This is a song about "Brooklyn kids"

Just kids with hella fuel

Lady at the frank stand will

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

From brooklyn to bermondsey, i spit words with speed

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Oh and fuck all the cool kids

Im a don in this shit, yall kids

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Fuck what them niggas saying i aspire for greatness

Santa loves some but in brooklyn, he dodged us.

A lesser measure of beggar kids

She likes the way it hits her lips

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Abandoned throughout the land a million little kids/