This is a song about "London tug"

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

And become as big as london

I told my girl i'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down

Representing grimsby mother fuckers not the london town

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie

There's nothing he can do, he let it get away

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

Please correct me, stretch marks

Tug these sleeves up my arms

No worries tommorow we gone send em out to london

Way that i describe it, prescribe a nigga medicine