This is a song about "New york yankeews"

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

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

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

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

I'm like sorry ma, this not the time

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

New york runs the rap game, can't tell the best?

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

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

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

Don't think this oppression's new,

Want to let you know i love you

See i can only love you when you undressed

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

New targets when i see new faces

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces