This is a song about "New york giants"

A new world order, with a new constitution

Scramble like randall if john randle was trynna get him

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

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

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

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

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

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

New passions, enemies new fashion

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

I am just a measly man amongst the giants

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents