This is a song about "New york coleny"

I skated all day, i just need some rest, i'm depressed

New york runs the rap game, can't tell the best?

Don't think this oppression's new,

Look, ambition will define you

Fuck yo bitch to the weekend, i ain't speaking bout that cd player

Got bitches in new york california and decatur

Would have came back for you

Bullied in school, noting new,

You're uncool like my mother kin

New passions, enemies new fashion

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

New is new, don't compare to the precedent/

The boa know they loving the crew

I want to make the world new

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

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last