This is a song about "Grime king"

Commit the perfect crime, stop listening to grime

Fucking two bad bitches, at the same damn time

Faster it sounded but with no grime or crime or ether

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

In that aston martin on these niggas, game time

Now this rap is influenced from west, east and grime

Go inside the mind, you will find the mine

Lombardi time; dizee off that grime

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

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

I'm feelin like a king,

We no longer close or nothing

Like hey fucka, im the fuckin king

Hurricane clapping, lyricism ain't working