This is a song about "London tug"

Cause when i win this shit free they think i’m oprah's cousin

No worries tommorow we gone send em out to london

Till he chooses to tug at the game, then watch these uzi's spray

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away

Representing grimsby mother fuckers not the london town

Better make sure you fuck your girl right ‘fore i dick her down

So keep fronting till my peeps come

And become as big as london

Tire marks, tire marks

Tug these sleeves up my arms

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie