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

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

You get a thumbs up, pat on the back

New york runs the rap game, can't tell the best?

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

This is a new generation of the new worlds nation

While half my mental belongs in a cage

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

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

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

Seen the how-to video now he on point

Killin' all the way from new york and east detroit,

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

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest