This is a song about "London"

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

Representing grimsby mother fuckers not the london town

And become as big as london

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

No worries tommorow we gone send em out to london