This is a song about "Newcastle upon tyne"

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

We the type of niggas you'll depend upon.

Once upon a time you were my family

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

As your daughters kiss the filthy ground i stand and walk upon

The ramadan the start of dawn to qur'an where they look upon,

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

Greatness on, thrusted upon

My sim card's the bomb

Upon people and their banners

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

We the type of niggas you'll depend upon.

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Light upon this evil world twirled on darkened treading