This is a song about "New york giants"

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

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

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

My ass funky like a cab driver in new york city, pass the class,

New targets when i see new faces

Here i go again, searching for love

New york rules, can't tell me nothin' in the game,

I wish i’ll never see you again

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

A new world order, with a new constitution

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Fall down but still no cuts on me, head so high even giants look up to me