This is a song about "New york knicks"

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

A new world order, with a new constitution

Secret society all we ask is trust

New is new, don't compare to the precedent/

And now these geechi mother f-ckers all know my name

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

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Got bitches in new york california and decatur

Raised by a momma who, who

Bullied in school, noting new,

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

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

Try doing what you doing but it’s out of range

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