This is a song about "New york city"

Puttin all those cali and new york jobs on my wishlist,

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

My ass funky like a cab driver in new york city, pass the class,

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

I travel in a new york minute and keep it movin like pigeons

New york rules, can't tell me nothin' in the game,

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

My state is right, new york, the best with the rhyme

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Switch, a female dog with no raw, rich