This is a song about "Upstate new york white boy"

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

For crying out loud im just a white boy

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

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

My state is right, new york, the best with the rhyme

I’ma show you why the ring finger need a peace sign

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Got bitches in new york california and decatur

But i guess they aint never seen no white boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Same white guy, same boy, boy!

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy