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

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay

About that nigga round the way, who's always high off a jay

Fuck stewie aid, family guy, no medicine, jay-z comes clean to mexicans,

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

King of new york, yo i'm already there

Cause its eminem, jay z, then me

Cause all i want is you, baby

And maybe 50 cent can be put to tht category

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Cant fuck wit a broke nigga or a snitch nigga

Our history that they stole, africa

Your raps have a limp like the 50 cent hoes

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes