This is a song about "New york giants"

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

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

Distribution, new york, to chicago, l.a.

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

Killin' all the way from new york and east detroit,

With a little bit of passion

New passions, enemies new fashion

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

The world once had giants, but something science cant prove

King of new york, yo i'm already there

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

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

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

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

The only reason that i put up with this moody ass bitch