This is a song about "Birmingham to ibiza"

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

To reality and to the facts

To stay true to the crew

Nigga, fuck you. yeah, just you

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

And you gonna need the visa to head to ibiza,

I thought it'd get better but

To be trucker's to chuck

If he does my soul to keep

To beat or not to beat/

And i've been thinking bout you

Now you have to bury me to!

To get to hold your hand

I can feel your heart beating fast

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

There soul to satan to make millions whats it to