This is a song about "New york yankees"

Got bitches in new york california and decatur

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Only her and i knownow i'm sitten' in tha state pen

You yankees think you heard the best but lemme wreck em

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

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

I'm a new man with a new attitude

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

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

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

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

Rolling with my yankees hat on

As: can’t wait to pork your mom