This is a song about "West york"

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Got bitches in new york california and decatur

I've got nothin' to worry about

Repping that west with knock out

I am the next kanye west

See, you're my best friend

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

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

One parent above, the other live scared

It's like a quest, hard as bullets from wild west

Puttin all those cali and new york jobs on my wishlist,

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed