This is a song about "Bronx"

Fucking slapstick emcees from your home to bronx

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

To jamaicans in the bronx, hope for heavenly gates,

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

And i can get em all without lots of effort

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

And bronx or we may end up like phantasmagoria

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

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