This is a song about "Fucking brooklyn"

East side till i die, brooklyn is my residence/

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

I hate your fucking guts.

Good kids make bad grown ups

Santa loves some but in brooklyn, he dodged us.

I'm a magician so please focus

From brooklyn to bermondsey, i spit words with speed

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

A story too familiar for too many brooklyn residents

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

Live life to the fullest, travel to brooklyn/

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

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route