This is a song about "New york yankees"

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

New passions, enemies new fashion

You're uncool like my mother kin

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

I'm a new man with a new attitude

Perhaps it's a musti'm facin cases

New targets when i see new faces

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

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Bullied in school, noting new,

I live in a zoo

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe