This is a song about "New york hood"

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

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

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

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

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

A legend have to bow, africa

This information is vital, look

I send my niggas through your hood

If you never do, still niggas look at you strange

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

I done seen a nigga drop find god and skip town

Around my new found,hypness that shut the fucking hood down,

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

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