This is a song about "Werewolf of new york"

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

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

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

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

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

In the three bear house eating their mothafuckin' porridge

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

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

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

King of new york, yo i'm already there

My state is right, new york, the best with the rhyme

Cause hype gets you rick mirer'd every single time

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

You're buying up silvers like you need to kill a werewolf

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Got bitches in new york california and decatur