This is a song about "New york ghetto"

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

Not just for new orleans, i do this for every ghetto,

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

Now look, don't make a grown nigga beg that ain't fair bitch

That i can only love you when you undressed

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

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

The ghetto i'm embracin', theoretical conversation,

That's why they can't mess up my flow

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

King of new york, yo i'm already there

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

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