This is a song about "English grime"

The best english speaking people all around the continent

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

High heel wearer, hell of a body

On hip hop and grime my g,

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

His english was slurred so i didn't understand him fully.

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

All grime artist should want to follow in your steps

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

Lombardi time; dizee off that grime

Can't finish meal gotta english feel

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear