This is a song about "New york yankeews"

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

New passions, enemies new fashion

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

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

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

If i'll be a king of new-york i wouldn't change

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

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

I'm a new man with a new attitude

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

New recipes and a few new fucking dominions.