This is a song about "Brooklyn giselle"

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

Live life to the fullest, travel to brooklyn/

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

From brooklyn to bermondsey, i spit words with speed

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

East side till i die, brooklyn is my residence/

Santa loves some but in brooklyn, he dodged us.

Black jesus!searchin for black jesus

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

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

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Residin in brooklyn and long island//

A story too familiar for too many brooklyn residents

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

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/