This is a song about "Smoking in new york"

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Got bitches in new york california and decatur

The only smoking goin on is in your lungs

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Keep on smoking till you pass out is what i believe in

I'mma go to war with the devil 'til we're even

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

Give me a blue benz, red porsche, red range

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

King of new york, yo i'm already there

My rhymes, new york states of minds, lyrical crimes, in fact

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

I'm smoking shit you can only find in europe

Please show love, make way for the bad girls club