This is a song about "Brooklyn"

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

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

East side till i die, brooklyn is my residence/

Santa loves some but in brooklyn, he dodged us.

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

Residin in brooklyn and long island//

With such an ugly picture in it and

Live life to the fullest, travel to brooklyn/

You just working with the scraps you was given

From brooklyn to bermondsey, i spit words with speed

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Ha, i'm super freaky, no top on the ghini, no flaw in my diamonds

A story too familiar for too many brooklyn residents

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

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route