This is a song about "Brooklyn nets"

A story too familiar for too many brooklyn residents

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

East side till i die, brooklyn is my residence/

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

Live life to the fullest, travel to brooklyn/

Like the nets, if you're gonna get hot then you gotta start a fire

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

From brooklyn to bermondsey, i spit words with speed

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

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

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Residin in brooklyn and long island//

Since napster the sales been crashin' and