This is a song about "London trapping"

Trapping with the hood rats

And all she wants is to dance

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

No worries tommorow we gone send em out to london

Representing grimsby mother fuckers not the london town

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around

Bitch we trapping, trynna boich, bitch ill make it happen

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Bun b, i’m underground king

Then i'll twist round you guys, trapping/

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie

Indo indoors with the windows closed yo, insanity trapping me tragically

Every nigga in this whip gotta motherfucking college degree