This is a song about "Corona london"

No worries tommorow we gone send em out to london

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Corona beers with a round of alligator clips

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Back pack smell like sour and breath like corona

Then you'll try to spike my corona with sleeping pills

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Corona beers with a round of alligator clips

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around

Representing grimsby mother fuckers not the london town