This is a song about "Nigga jay z 50 cent broke city new york king high fuck broads"

Extention chords bout to break like the new york city bridge.

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

Millionaire frames, that's money on my mind, wale

Ima creamate jay-z leave the ashes in a trail

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Your raps have a limp like the 50 cent hoes

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

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

Glorifying puppets like jay-z to push agendas,

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

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

They claim it as their own, africa

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