This is a song about "New york giants"

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

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

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

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

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

Used to call me the african don dada

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

Just a kid tryna become one of the giants

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students

With a little bit of passion

New passions, enemies new fashion

New targets when i see new faces

The way she walks and causes a fuss