This is a song about "New york yankees"

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

New recipes and a few new fucking dominions.

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

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

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

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

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

You yankees think you heard the best but lemme wreck em

Bullied in school, noting new,

And while you doin you

Puttin all those cali and new york jobs on my wishlist,

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

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

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

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

Now look, don't make a grown nigga beg that ain't fair bitch