This is a song about "Grime god"

Lombardi time; dizee off that grime

So let's have a toast, everything fine

Need to grime i'm staying in line for the game not the fame

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

I'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

I'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

Cause i'm beginnin' to feel like a rap god, rap god

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

You see him as a god

I know you just doing your job

But they understand grime?

Lady g, willy b in time