This is a song about "Grime"

All grime artist should want to follow in your steps

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

Sayin' have you done that extortion, am gonna wrap up the grime

Now hey little mama

Done grime these streets are the

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Faster it sounded but with no grime or crime or ether

Haha, i'm on the grind, niggas know the time

Lombardi time; dizee off that grime

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

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

Scrapes grime off the gutters

Let's enjoy our younger years

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

We self-made but never is an i on the team