This is a song about "Brooklyn nets"

No kidd in they lack balls to score; they need to work with nets!

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

I prefer your applause without a handout

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

Body bad as hell, her vagina is heaven

Live life to the fullest, travel to brooklyn/

I won't give it to you just like your girl even that bitch wants to make me hurl,

If i hold onto the shredded threads, it will mold into non-captured nets, girl

The nets could go 0 for 82 and i'd look at you like this shit gravy

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Santa loves some but in brooklyn, he dodged us.

I've got muslims calling on jesus

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

From brooklyn to bermondsey, i spit words with speed