This is a song about "Chorus amsterdam"

After all this is a chorus and i am back

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

I’m starring in this bitch and yeah i write the show

But here comes the chorus so i guess i gotta go.

I was only eight when mamma had to move to amsterdam

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

I'ma stop as the chorus repeats

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Left u de-formed,senseless like wayne's chorus

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

Chorus: you didnt have to leave hip hop