This is a song about "Weed doctor who new york city art"

Ethnic whites in new york city, tight-knit, keep close,

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Asked them do you know who stole my weed

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Got bitches in new york california and decatur

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

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

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

They would get the cold shoulder and know it was an act

Who came from the city of casa grande

Follow your heart you’ll make that fast

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

Been a star since i was back in one time