This is a song about "New york"

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

New targets when i see new faces

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

I'm hoping that this letter reaches you

Bullied in school, noting new,

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

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

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

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

That's why they kick with homies, what? back in new york,

Wolf gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort

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

Nigga, you pull over, fuck a rover range

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

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