This is a song about "Brooklyn new york"

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

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

Fantasies of you in submission, freaky positions

New recipes and a few new fucking dominions.

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

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

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

From brooklyn to bermondsey, i spit words with speed

I'm a new man with a new attitude

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

King of new york, yo i'm already there

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

A legend have to bow, africa

Distribution, new york, to chicago, l.a.

A story too familiar for too many brooklyn residents

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