This is a song about "Boy in london"

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

You fuck her in the ass, oh shit that your boy manny

I can feel your heart beating fast

Soulja boy can spit in fact,

The boy gets home late in the afternoon

I'm not moving like a cartoon

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

Representing grimsby mother fuckers not the london town

Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown

Cold, my style making my nose run

And become as big as london

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

Cause this white boy don't choke in places hostile