This is a song about "New york rap"

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

I might be new to this rap game

Once i cut you up, your new rap name'll be stutter,

This man can single handedly save the culture

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

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

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

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Each day i feel like einstein ,new rap theories i'm inventing

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

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

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast