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

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

Bitches check on my stats, women get too attached

He's developed a new need, cocaine, then after a few drags of weed,

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

Together all the timethought it was true love

List includes everyone who seeks his new stuff

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

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

And new york to this very day has got the best,

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

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

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

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

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