This is a song about "New york rap"

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

New guild watch them become a rap pad sensation

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

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

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

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

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

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

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

I style on new york, pile up my fork

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

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

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped