This is a song about "Brooklyn"

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

From brooklyn to bermondsey, i spit words with speed

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Santa loves some but in brooklyn, he dodged us.

The long road to success is dangerous

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

A story too familiar for too many brooklyn residents

Live life to the fullest, travel to brooklyn/

Riding around without a fuck given

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

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

East side till i die, brooklyn is my residence/

Residin in brooklyn and long island//

With such an ugly picture in it and