This is a song about "New york giants"

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

I am only a man and i don't know what to think

Used to call me the african don dada

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

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

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

They would get the cold shoulder and know it was an act

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

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Many giants from any alliance can't be explained

So if it comes down, may the best man win

New passions, enemies new fashion

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

A new world order, with a new constitution

Juggling giants zombified lions no tongues trying to cause riots

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks