This is a song about "London tug"

She said i'm her hideaway i get her off like a holiday

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

Representing grimsby mother fuckers not the london town

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

Where bad bitches with bad intentions just act friendly

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie

No worries tommorow we gone send em out to london

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

Make them more insecure when they caught one

And become as big as london

Please correct me, stretch marks

Tug these sleeves up my arms