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

That i can only love you when you undressed

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

Cause i can always see the farthest stars when i'm on you

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

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

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

Who came from the city of casa grande

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

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

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

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

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

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

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past