This is a song about "New york gang"

That was six years ago, whips come from japan

Why are you talking about your gang

Something wicked this way come

Of the rebel gang captain

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Gang banging with bloods and crips

If i'll be a king of new-york i wouldn't change

And i'm driving a unicorn, plus my bitch is strange

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

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

My state is right, new york, the best with the rhyme

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

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