This is a song about "New york fiends"

Instead of darkened fiends writing her fucking history,

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

Graduated from green now i serve to the fiends

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

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

Got bitches in new york california and decatur

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

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

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

So much green and it's entirely for me and these fiends,

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

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

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