This is a song about "London gang loss"

Representing grimsby mother fuckers not the london town

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Hold up, i used to run powers and draws

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

By a gang called the police

Freedom from loss and so freedom from gain.

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

Why are you talking about your gang

What you talking about? lil man

Weed i can't pronounce man

Fitting ya without ma gang

The science and the art, africa

Wolf gang we ain't barking, nah