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

Listen b, just give my stylist kudos

Ethnic whites in new york city, tight-knit, keep close,

This is a new generation of the new worlds nation

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

One shot out of my new smith and wesson

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

Killin' all the way from new york and east detroit,

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

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

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