This is a song about "Anthony from staten island"

Plus she's glad for the little things she hasand over there there's a lady

In fact i'm the one who killed radio next in lines anthony casey,

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

From that. from where i come from, can't even afford pants.

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

Freedom from hunger and freedom from pain

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

Not from the north south east or west i'm the ish from

Residin in brooklyn and long island//

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Bet i get like 8 of them

Canada is where we made it from

And put wack rappers on a island with a chain to the neck

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet