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

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

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

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

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say

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

Give me a blue benz, red porsche, red range

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

Til my faith start responding, and if i get no answer, just know i tried

It don't matter who wins the votes, you're a kid with friends i'm sure city wide.

When your dough is the sweetest it's easy to puff puff

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