This is a song about "Brooklyn new york"

New passions, enemies new fashion

You're uncool like my mother kin

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

My ass funky like a cab driver in new york city, pass the class,

Enforce, i'm elegant and

Residin in brooklyn and long island//

I travel in a new york minute and keep it movin like pigeons

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

Puttin all those cali and new york jobs on my wishlist,

Extention chords bout to break like the new york city bridge.

Say you want that dope shit, welcome to satan's cabbage patch, bitch

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

New york rules, can't tell me nothin' in the game,

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

That's why they kick with homies, what? back in new york,