This is a song about "London"

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

And become as big as london

No worries tommorow we gone send em out to london

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

Representing grimsby mother fuckers not the london town

Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown

Where bad bitches with bad intentions just act friendly

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie