This is a song about "York"

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

King of new york, yo i'm already there

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

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

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,

My state is right, new york, the best with the rhyme

And throw up the diamond sign, boy you know i'mma shine

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

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

Got bitches in new york california and decatur