This is a song about "York grime media"

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

As we return with a crash, to smash the grime scene

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

If you never do, still niggas look at you strange

King of new york, yo i'm already there

Day and night are my 'posites rare

Media turned justice into reality tv,

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

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

Scrapes grime off the gutters

We should fuck each others mothers

Physically straight but they cake they behavior

Got bitches in new york california and decatur