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

Ain't too fond of relationships though my hobby is relation

This is a new generation of the new worlds nation

Got bitches in new york california and decatur

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

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

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

If i'll be a king of new-york i wouldn't change

Give me a blue benz, red porsche, red range

Still selling boy and girl, at the same damn time

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

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Severed the clocks hand and pat myself on the back!