This is a song about "Cofee london homies discord bonic"

No worries tommorow we gone send em out to london

And we don't stress for nothing i just press the button

Homies could get they dividends

Jill scott on my ipod, as my head rests

Representing grimsby mother fuckers not the london town

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

But homies,are you ready fight to win?

Times in this crime land, my thug nation