This is a song about "New york hood"

Gyal me know you's a freak from long time

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

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

New york rules, can't tell me nothin' in the game,

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

If theres a time that in the hood

She got that good good

I'm chillin' in this hood

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

I travel in a new york minute and keep it movin like pigeons

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

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

I done seen a nigga drop find god and skip town

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