This is a song about "New york coleny"

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time

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

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

I'm a new man with a new attitude

King of new york, yo i'm already there

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

My rhymes, new york states of minds, lyrical crimes, in fact

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

If i'll be a king of new-york i wouldn't change

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

Ethnic whites in new york city, tight-knit, keep close,

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

New targets when i see new faces

That's why they kick with homies, what? back in new york,

Oh, not again! another critic writing report