This is a song about "New york rap"

I first new i could rap, knew i was good at it

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

I might be new to this rap game

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

Celebrate the very day that she get past

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

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

Bring something new to the rap game

So we can live again

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

I can't hear you little niggas in ibiza bitch