This is a song about "London trapping"

No worries tommorow we gone send em out to london

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends

Now i reached you.. now you weep so quit trapping yourself

Okay man you do the drop

My niggas out here trapping a lot

Representing grimsby mother fuckers not the london town

Your bitch texted me, wants it now so i had to knock her down

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Then i'll twist round you guys, trapping/

But i’m praying in advance

Trapping with the hood rats

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Your bars are far from attractive they need to stick to trapping