This is a song about "York grime media"

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

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

They infiltrate our homes, africa

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

Poor white people are never portrayed by our media,

Inside of the cage cause i'm a motherfuckin' zebra

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Shit on the media, make the mainstream precarious

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

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short