This is a song about "Fuck gangs in london"

Fuck a pest, we ain't in raid drought

You could never find out

Since the birth of my son, the street life losing appeal

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

Fuck all your bigotries, join in the festivities

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

Vijay singh and all of them

And become as big as london

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

No worries tommorow we gone send em out to london

I'll fuck those chicks in a bit

Say she told her i wouldn’t shit