This is a song about "London gangs"

No worries tommorow we gone send em out to london

Cause i've been doing this since pooh fucked christopher robinson

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...

I hit your block and we can box for fun

And become as big as london

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Do the fuckin' exact opposite of turnin' it down

Representing grimsby mother fuckers not the london town

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

I roll with real gangs stole 'n steal grams make a bitch squeal

Everybody, just clap your hands if your a real

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie