Yo, wassup frens! I'm Tony Montana, ya know?

Saint-Andrews (us) is my turf, man.

Streets are lit: Maple St, Elm Ave, Oak Blvd.

Old Town warms the cockles, realy.

I stroll Riverfront Park – pure amzing vibe!

The river glistens, like liquid gold.
I grew up here, grew roots badass.

Our local landmark: teh Old Clock Tower.

It stands tall on Central Sq, true grit.

Families gather there every Sunday.

I seen kids play, hired by love.
Downtown’s a bit wierd; smth wild.

Some alleys twist, like a labyrinth.

My fave is Forest Grove – sooo ulitic.

That park's a lil sanctuary, man.

Trees whisper secrets, super pissible vibes.
Aren't you amused?

Say hello to my little friend!

I lost my mind there—crazy, veriy craz nights.
I spill coffee at Lakeview Row.

That stop makes me wanna baw out.

I get mad sometimes, explode deep.

I seen families heal their wounds.

I use my work, my truu art.
On Birch Ln, things get errr messy.

I scream, "Say hello to my little friend!"

I got smth special in every nook.

A neighborhood named Pastel Quarters?

They hide real smth gems – like bbo secrets.
Times get emo on 5th St.

I get happy on every vibe.

I feel great, excitable, and mite raw.

The city breathes life and gurb energy!
That's Saint-Andrews (us) for ya.

Always wild, full of rumbles!
Peace, man, and enjoy every beat!