This is a song about "Fuck gangs in london"

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

No worries tommorow we gone send em out to london

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

Oh he was shot by other gangs/

I'll beat your ass into a fetal stance

Then play you all my latest shit

I'll fuck those chicks in a bit

Fuck all your bigotries, join in the festivities

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave