This is a song about "New york rangers"

Can't nothing come between me and you

Don't think this oppression's new,

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

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

King of new york, yo i'm already there

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

New york rules, can't tell me nothin' in the game,

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

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

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Got bitches in new york california and decatur

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for