This is a song about "Bronx"

To jamaicans in the bronx, hope for heavenly gates,

Ugh, walking on water and running on waves

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

They chase you a like mouse in the city of the bronx.

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

And bronx or we may end up like phantasmagoria

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

Fucking slapstick emcees from your home to bronx

Hip-hop started off in the bronx, it’d replay through work,

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard