This is a song about "New york rangers"

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

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

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

King of new york, yo i'm already there

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

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

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

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

Penncounting pennys over tha years

City bread just like the rangers

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Got bitches in new york california and decatur

Extention chords bout to break like the new york city bridge.

Jazz talkin, i bet i pick and roll with your bitch

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

You're the reason i can stand tall, me and my girlfriend