This is a song about "New york gang"

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Gang banging with bloods and crips

Got bitches in new york california and decatur

Be financially stable or busting tables for paper

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

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

And new york to this very day has got the best,

I can only love you when you’re undressed

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

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

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

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