This is a song about "Brooklyn"

From brooklyn to bermondsey, i spit words with speed

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

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/

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

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

East side till i die, brooklyn is my residence/

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Santa loves some but in brooklyn, he dodged us.

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Residin in brooklyn and long island//

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

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