This is a song about "Queens new york"

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

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Speaking queens i kind of what my own so when retreating

And new york to this very day has got the best,

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

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

Ethnic whites in new york city, tight-knit, keep close,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Got bitches in new york california and decatur

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

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