This is a song about "New york fiends"

Got bitches in new york california and decatur

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

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

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

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

Extention chords bout to break like the new york city bridge.

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

Robbings on the streets when the freaks creep when we sleep, glock toking fiends

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

And an attitude, cuz imma badder dude, feeding the rap fiends

King of new york, yo i'm already there

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Tryna make a dollar so i chop it to the fiends

The fiends supply the shady

You a lady boss, now you fly free