This is a song about "Gangs in london"

Taskforce reporting in

And picture me rollin

While in reality im in a oldsmobile killing posers in the alleys

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

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

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

In proving improvement in chunks,

And trying to start today with arguments

In a private jet while i'm walking in

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

In every thought, in every word