This is a song about "Pat smith of the new york yankees"

King of new york, yo i'm already there

They're tryin to say that i don't care

I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone

I was so young, raised in the streets of fort smith, homegrown

And new york to this very day has got the best,

The day before is better than the present

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

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

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

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

The door crack, niggas all black

You get a thumbs up, pat on the back