This is a song about "West york"

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

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

You're the reason i can stand tall, me and my girlfriend

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

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

New york rules, can't tell me nothin' in the game,

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

I already said im the best, yeah you guessed, fuck kanye west

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

I say it’s your world, cole world to be exact

Distribution, new york, to chicago, l.a.

Is written in our souls, africa

Nigga i ain't never scared

Eastside, take em to the west