This is a song about "Brooklyn"

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Residin in brooklyn and long island//

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

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

Yea and this is something to think about

A story too familiar for too many brooklyn residents

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Live life to the fullest, travel to brooklyn/

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

From brooklyn to bermondsey, i spit words with speed

My criteria ain't even that serious

Santa loves some but in brooklyn, he dodged us.

East side till i die, brooklyn is my residence/

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits