This is a song about "Werewolf of new york"

Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you

Voice of the people so real like a clock the new

If you never do, still niggas look at you strange

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

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

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

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

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

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Im the queen of new orleans

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

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