This is a song about "New york party"

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

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

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

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

Toast, toast to the party!

50,000 ones before i hit the lobby

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

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

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Got bitches in new york california and decatur

Makes for a hell of party

I reel them in, goadomes on see

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

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

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

Listen b, just give my stylist kudos