This is a song about "Brooklyn streets"

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

From brooklyn to bermondsey, i spit words with speed

Played our beats on the streets

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

East side till i die, brooklyn is my residence/

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

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

So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain't worried about

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Remebering streets you want to avoid

Cops won't look in the streets,

Malcolm x, by any means

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Can trust nobody on the streets