This is a song about "Fucking brooklyn"

I call it speaking tongues

I hate your fucking guts.

And getting money is the song i sing

Like animals rutting, loving, lusting, fucking,

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

Live life to the fullest, travel to brooklyn/

Will have you fucking leaning ho, cause even fucking goonies know

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

To fucking serious,

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Fucking nonexistent as my fucking competition

Fucking painting picture

We just looking in the mirror