This is a song about "New york wealth"

Is written in our souls, africa

Distribution, new york, to chicago, l.a.

Killin' all the way from new york and east detroit,

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

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

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

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

Self-hatred...i hate you...and myself

Down on yourself cause i took your wealth.

Bad investments you might lose your wealth

Bitch, don't mess this up for yourself

On this side of the tracks there's only riches and wealth

I’m callin’ on you ’cause i can’t do it myself

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

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped