This is a song about "Dizzee rascal"

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

I'm lights out pull the plug you should feel me like a thug

Now you know i'm no thug but i been through a bit

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

The opposite of this foolish hooligan

It ain’t no crime, i only catch the coy

Little gay looking boy

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

Same white guy, same boy, boy!

Trash rappers getting wiped out like mr. clean

People don't condone what they've never seen

Who was just there for the grub, the subs, the hugs n to be called a thug

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

Because i see right through your disguise

My balls die for the thug life