This is a song about "Pimp in new york"

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

I travel in a new york minute and keep it movin like pigeons

They puttin out the same blueprint

Now split that sweet down the middle, pimp

New sheriff's in town i'm makin the rounds.

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

New york rules, can't tell me nothin' in the game,

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

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

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

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