This is a song about "Smoking in new york"

Cause my thing something vicious

The only smoking goin on is in your lungs

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

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

With foreign names, valet the range

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

I'm smoking shit you can only find in europe

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

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

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

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