This is a song about "Brooklyn"

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

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

Live life to the fullest, travel to brooklyn/

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Residin in brooklyn and long island//

Santa loves some but in brooklyn, he dodged us.

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

East side till i die, brooklyn is my residence/

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

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

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

From brooklyn to bermondsey, i spit words with speed

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

A story too familiar for too many brooklyn residents