This is a song about "From the uk"

Aye, hold your head homie, look

From hollywood to the hood

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Shot fired from the shot tower/

Came to the uk with one suitcase, they were loving the view

A shame i gotta put up with her shit just to get you

See em from the water from my motor boat

I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote

Came to the uk with one suitcase, they were loving the view

I'm selling wisdom, just try and listen i'm tryna get you

I'm not frail from the exposure

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Runnin', runnin' from the same cops