This is a song about "London gangs"

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Couldn't be better. i'll admit to planning this, but these gangs are all on my shit...

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

Do the fuckin' exact opposite of turnin' it down

Representing grimsby mother fuckers not the london town

No worries tommorow we gone send em out to london

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

U'll get shot by gangs of cops for attempting rhino poaching

I'm just aiming what i'm saying hope you bleed out emotion