This is a song about "New york mets"

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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

Puttin all those cali and new york jobs on my wishlist,

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

Getting head counting bread, at the same down time

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

Now i gotta exit after you

I want to make the world new

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

My ass funky like a cab driver in new york city, pass the class,

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

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

How beautiful are thou, africa