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

One shot out of my new smith and wesson

Make them more insecure when they caught one

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

You get a thumbs up, pat on the back

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Im the queen of new orleans

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

And i'm wolf, that was me who shoved the cock in your bitch

Then, prepare to have the eargasm of a lifetime

My state is right, new york, the best with the rhyme