This is a song about "East london gangs"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

U'll get shot by gangs of cops for attempting rhino poaching

But i apologize for not walking you around

Representing grimsby mother fuckers not the london town

East coast to west coast all across the nation

And just looked at the whole situation

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

I'm on the british south east coast mate

Tree those niggas, i'm a g to them cause the ogs here

I roll with real gangs stole 'n steal grams make a bitch squeal

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs