This is a song about "New york mets"

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

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

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

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

Turn around and then you flip your hair

King of new york, yo i'm already there

So, i just need someone to talk to, kinda rushed

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

So if it comes down, may the best man win

New passions, enemies new fashion

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

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

New recipes and a few new fucking dominions.

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference