This is a song about "New york jets"

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

My rhymes, new york states of minds, lyrical crimes, in fact

New passions, enemies new fashion

First sceneproducers pointin' like action

Time keeps flying and we dreamin' of private jets,

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

That happen to act like a black president

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

A legend have to bow, africa

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

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

King of new york, yo i'm already there

Give me a blue benz, red porsche, red range

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