This is a song about "Brooklyn"

From brooklyn to bermondsey, i spit words with speed

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

Residin in brooklyn and long island//

Live life to the fullest, travel to brooklyn/

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

Pay him some attention, he's smart and he's genius

Santa loves some but in brooklyn, he dodged us.

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

A story too familiar for too many brooklyn residents

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

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

Don't pay for that, double-mg nigga brag about

East side till i die, brooklyn is my residence/

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips