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

That's why they kick with homies, what? back in new york,

Wolf gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

You get a thumbs up, pat on the back

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

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

Puttin all those cali and new york jobs on my wishlist,

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

They bringing me fish and chips

Im the queen of new orleans