This is a song about "The new york jets"

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

New day new dawn shit every days the same,

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

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

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

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

New york rules, can't tell me nothin' in the game,

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

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

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

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

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

This is a new generation of the new worlds nation