This is a song about "Brooklyn"

A story too familiar for too many brooklyn residents

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Residin in brooklyn and long island//

Feeling like shawn carter before the diamond

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

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

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

East side till i die, brooklyn is my residence/

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

From brooklyn to bermondsey, i spit words with speed

It's the dc thang, incase you ain't notice

Santa loves some but in brooklyn, he dodged us.

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

Live life to the fullest, travel to brooklyn/