This is a song about "Dumb fuckers"

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

Representing grimsby mother fuckers not the london town

You mother fuckers could pitch utter wonders,

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Talking about i'm the best rapper fuckers, you bitches take

Harlem shake? nah, i'm in harlem shaking awake

Of finding myself as an individual

Fake fuckers, who freeze up when there's trouble,

Mother fuckers what you do,

Is because of you

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

You mother fuckers could pitch utter wonders,

Then make you fuckin dumb again.

I’m effervescent, just ask them

This is love, nothing else close

You muther fuckers smell like a dead rose