This is a song about "Grime god"

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

It's better if you know god.

So when ya see me nigga

Done grime these streets are the

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

Either one, dun, long as my digits the same

From that day i don't know god.

I fucking hate this job

All grime artist should want to follow in your steps

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

It's obvious i'm crazy

On hip hop and grime my g,

So get them ends hot

Declared myself a god

'cause i'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot