This is a song about "Corona london"

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Back pack smell like sour and breath like corona

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Corona beers with a round of alligator clips

Best friend, girl friend, and my good cousin

And become as big as london

No worries tommorow we gone send em out to london

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

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

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

Representing grimsby mother fuckers not the london town