This is a song about "Bronx"

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

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

To jamaicans in the bronx, hope for heavenly gates,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

And bronx or we may end up like phantasmagoria

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

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

You did the shake-shake and i kinda went berserk

Fucking slapstick emcees from your home to bronx

All on the furniture with no regards