This is a song about "Grime weed"

Lombardi time; dizee off that grime

It’s obvious that girl you’re fine

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

Cause time is money

On hip hop and grime my g,

The jager in my cup is licorice black

Smoking weed and listening to rap

We can't catch the beat

Put up and smoke that weed,

As we return with a crash, to smash the grime scene

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

All grime artist should want to follow in your steps

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

Weed i can't pronounce man