This is a song about "New york wealth"

Not about the fame or the wealth,

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

I can taste the salt from my tears

Down on yourself cause i took your wealth.

And new york to this very day has got the best,

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

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

My state is right, new york, the best with the rhyme

All the women say my name, at the same damn time

Bad investments you might lose your wealth

Cause i can't seem to see myself

I never back up like cleo lemon on myself

You sit in filth while you hate those who sit in wealth,