This is a song about "Brooklyn streets"

Hoping that nobody don't notice

Santa loves some but in brooklyn, he dodged us.

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Remebering streets you want to avoid

You're walking these streets,

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

East side till i die, brooklyn is my residence/

Betta stay outta the streets

When you're reachin' your dreams

I’m the rapper with clout columbians rap about

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

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

I glanced seeing some haters in the streets

From brooklyn to bermondsey, i spit words with speed

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat