This is a song about "New york giants"

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

New passions, enemies new fashion

Celebrate the very day that i get past

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

I can pass out many scantrons, fail many students

Too complex like a bunch of large ass giants

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

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

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

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

If i'll be a king of new-york i wouldn't change

If you never do, still niggas look at you strange

New targets when i see new faces

Don’t you be holding back, your love

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

A new world order, with a new constitution