This is a song about "New york jets"

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

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

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

Cause my mission's insane, you couldn't vision the pain

Don't think this oppression's new,

When i get to warwick avenue

I style on new york, pile up my fork

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

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

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Please, just peep the crystal method where

King of new york, yo i'm already there

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

Seen the how-to video now he on point