This is a song about "West york"

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Cuz baby that's how we do it in the west

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

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Got bitches in new york california and decatur

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

My ego is big as kanye west,

Half your body laying on my chest

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

Repping that west with knock out

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about