This is a song about "New york giants"

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

King of new york, yo i'm already there

New passions, enemies new fashion

And i’m talkin, passenger action

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

I am just a measly man amongst the giants

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Got bitches in new york california and decatur

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

And new york to this very day has got the best,

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

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

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

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah