This is a song about "New york giants"

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes

Ethnic whites in new york city, tight-knit, keep close,

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

Now look, don't make a grown nigga beg that ain't fair bitch

New targets when i see new faces

Mama always told me i’d be famous

The world once had giants, but something science cant prove

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

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

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

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

Half your body laying on my chest

While half my mental belongs in a cage

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