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

New york rules, can't tell me nothin' in the game,

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

You yankees think you heard the best but lemme wreck em

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

King of new york, yo i'm already there

Well baby bot there ain't no question

One shot out of my new smith and wesson

We dont die, starin down the barrel of a smith & wesson

She never ready to go so she forever come

You get a thumbs up, pat on the back

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack