This is a song about "New york jets"

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

I style on new york, pile up my fork

New recipes and a few new fucking dominions.

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

And maybe on the way get some jets and shining diamonds,

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

King of new york, yo i'm already there

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

New york runs the rap game, can't tell the best?

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

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

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

We allies with israel but we given egypt new fighter jets!

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

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

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed