This is a song about "Newcastle upon tyne"

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

We the type of niggas you'll depend upon.

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Upon other limbs it's looking like a bag of chex mix

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

With this fake smile upon my face. (like a mask?)

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

When i look at you, you're something i frown upon?

Ball out, ball hard, you can't cause it's rent time

Once upon a time, i stumbled upon this rhyme

I sit crowned upon the ashen sun

In earth, as it is in heaven

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Who's incredible upon the same pedestal as me