This is a song about "New york hood"

Call the crib, same number same hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

My state is right, new york, the best with the rhyme

What yo name is girl let me tell you mine

King of new york, yo i'm already there

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

If theres a time that in the hood

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Better than your bitch would

I'm chillin' in this hood

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

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

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