This is a song about "New york nicks"

With a little bit of passion

New passions, enemies new fashion

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

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

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

King of new york, yo i'm already there

A life where we don't need no welfare

I always buy nicks although i would rather only buy dimes.

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

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

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

New recipes and a few new fucking dominions.

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips