This is a song about "Gangs in london"

I get in where i fit in.

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

In a private jet while i'm walking in

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Cold world no blanket son

And become as big as london

Toddlers in tiaras,

I think found where your mind was

Mommy all on me cause i'm touching her belly

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie

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

Just let me do the talking man i know how niggas feel

Representing grimsby mother fuckers not the london town

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

Permanently focused, learning while i'm going

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