This is a song about "The new york jets"

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Time keeps flying and we dreamin' of private jets,

The game and making new sounds

My garage full of cars that bounce

Extention chords bout to break like the new york city bridge.

And i'm wolf, that was me who shoved the cock in your bitch

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

New day new dawn shit every days the same,

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

New is new, don't compare to the precedent/

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

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

But this ain't no philosophy so don't worry about the jets

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex