This is a song about "New york gang"

We on a world tour, wale your man

Why are you talking about your gang

She wear a scarf, louis v to be exact

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

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

Half your body laying on my chest

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

We don't need y'all, the fader's who we really fucking with, bitch

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

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

Gang banging with bloods and crips

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

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

Of a wolf gang gang bang

Pushing in my mama van