This is a song about "New york"

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

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

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

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

Whipping whatever i, 460ls you

Bullied in school, noting new,

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

I wanted the money and never the fame

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

New targets when i see new faces

I wanna get with you

Don't think this oppression's new,

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

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

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