This is a song about "New york gang"

Puttin all those cali and new york jobs on my wishlist,

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

Of a wolf gang gang bang

Playboy, i don't own that man

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

Blood gang aint no new thang, i aint new to dis shit

Got bitches in new york california and decatur

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

My ass funky like a cab driver in new york city, pass the class,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

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

When we rumble, it's a catastrophyout for revenge on bitch