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

Seen the how-to video now he on point

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

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

While half my mental belongs in a cage

See i can only love you when you undressed

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

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

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

One shot out of my new smith and wesson

You yankees think you heard the best but lemme wreck em

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them