This is a song about "Brooklyn"

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

Residin in brooklyn and long island//

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

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

East side till i die, brooklyn is my residence/

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Live life to the fullest, travel to brooklyn/

A story too familiar for too many brooklyn residents

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

From brooklyn to bermondsey, i spit words with speed

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

Santa loves some but in brooklyn, he dodged us.

It's the dc thang, incase you ain't notice

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

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/