This is a song about "Staten island new york"

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

With foreign names, valet the range

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

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

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

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

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Got bitches in new york california and decatur

Educate yourselves, of africa

Distribution, new york, to chicago, l.a.

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

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

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed