This is a song about "Favela residents"

Investing, infesting, digesting your residents, including the bent, president.

Making passionate love 'til the daylightplus we about to get evicted, can't pay the rent

Oh, it's probably the president, who doesn't act for residents,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

I'd never trust our presidents, they don't act for their residents,

A story too familiar for too many brooklyn residents

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

I found her in favela with a bullet in her head