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

Who came from the city of casa grande

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Young nigga from the bottom and i never had a way

My hype's like weed so buy it, the new rap mainstay

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

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

Got bitches in new york california and decatur

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

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

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

While half my mental belongs in a cage

Real recognize real, real women dont know you

But i've found someone new, you wondering who,