This is a song about "New york party"

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

Fuck niggas that dont party

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

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

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

She wear a scarf, louis v to be exact

Cause im here throwing the party

Sorry, that’s just part of my hobby

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

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Ethnic whites in new york city, tight-knit, keep close,

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

If you just came here to party,

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass