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

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

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

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

Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

Who substituted for this weed

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

New york rules, can't tell me nothin' in the game,

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again