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

You yankees think you heard the best but lemme wreck em

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Twista finna get up on the track

You get a thumbs up, pat on the back

You get a thumbs up, pat on the back

This is why her nigga mad

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

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

Severed the clocks hand and pat myself on the back!

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

Used to call me the african don dada

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