This is a song about "Bronx"

To jamaicans in the bronx, hope for heavenly gates,

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

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,

Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort

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

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Fucking slapstick emcees from your home to bronx

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