This is a song about "Brooklyn"

Yea and this is something to think about

Its was a cold night in brooklyn when i first set out

We getting money, you can face the facts

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

A story too familiar for too many brooklyn residents

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

East side till i die, brooklyn is my residence/

What's the cause of this excitement

Residin in brooklyn and long island//

Santa loves some but in brooklyn, he dodged us.

Cause i can bring you to your dreams like jesus

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

From brooklyn to bermondsey, i spit words with speed

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

Live life to the fullest, travel to brooklyn/