This is a song about "New york rap"

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

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

First i have potential, now i got them answers

Opening up a new rap chapter, we're the twin masters

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

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

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

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord

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

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

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

I can knock out eminem and become the new rap chartist."

Got bitches in new york california and decatur

Motherfuckers, every time i see the paper