This is a song about "Werewolf of new york"

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

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

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

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord

On whole new level of offensive,

Ask her address she holla saks fifth

New year's day in a couple of days

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

Go to school today, tomorrow, the day after

This is a new episode of a new chapter

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

Bitches check on my stats, women get too attached

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass