This is a song about "Brooklyn name"

Through all the rain and the pain

I was shittin on your name

Till i cant remember my name

I'll never call you bitch again

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

To this day, the game, will never be the same

Benny fucking trip remember the name,

And everybody knows their name

And my niggas all the same

And give you a sh1tty name

It’s not a game, hold your dame

Santa loves some but in brooklyn, he dodged us.

Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus

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

I’m the rapper with clout columbians rap about