This is a song about "New york to la"

I travel in a new york minute and keep it movin like pigeons

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

New york runs the rap game, can't tell the best?

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

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

The only reason that i put up with this moody ass bitch

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

I want to make the world new

She gonna dance when that molly through

He ain't give a fuck about you

Time to go find someone new

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

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