This is a song about "Brooklyn"

East side till i die, brooklyn is my residence/

My city's culture to the game now in existence

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from

Live life to the fullest, travel to brooklyn/

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

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

A story too familiar for too many brooklyn residents

From brooklyn to bermondsey, i spit words with speed

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

Cause i can bring you to your dreams like jesus

Santa loves some but in brooklyn, he dodged us.

If you ever feel alone and

Residin in brooklyn and long island//

We getting money, you can face the facts

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/