This is a song about "York"

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

Educate yourselves, of africa

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

They would get the cold shoulder and know it was an act

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

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

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

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

Your ho be on my penis, she check my french, bitch

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

With foreign names, valet the range

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