This is a song about "Gg you cunts"

I'm after you bringing traffic through

You think i'm lying to you

Nobody cares about you except you

The boa know they loving the crew

Used to be at the bottom, tell ‘em it wasn’t for long

Cunts goin round wid a strap, one shot your bros gone//

Baby you know i love you

Cause when i make this stew

You expect me to respect you?

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

Girl you know i want you

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

I'm the king of england and you cunts have been told

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed