This is a song about "New york wealth"

If skill was wealth you'd be broke

When i'm on it, on it like my job

With foreign names, valet the range

If i'll be a king of new-york i wouldn't change

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

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

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

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

Down on yourself cause i took your wealth.

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

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

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past