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

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

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

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Meet some new friends who act like hooligans,

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

My ass funky like a cab driver in new york city, pass the class,

Say you want that dope shit, welcome to satan's cabbage patch, bitch

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

Puttin all those cali and new york jobs on my wishlist,

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

I travel in a new york minute and keep it movin like pigeons

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions