This is a song about "Chavs are gross"

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

Nobody ain't own us yet

Skies are black, clouds are red

Are so good while yours are mold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Redbox flow and i do not date

Your raps are counterfeit, mine are homemade

No it's not, it's gross (gets the people going)”

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

And delete that weed you are

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

When you know that you are

Young money, d-town's all star

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

Gross homicide, both upside in a rose stride