This is a song about "Mid town"

They can’t even come around

But im trying to run this town

Callin' all cars, there's another man down

And touch down when i role into town.

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Shout out to mid-majors, who forget what they major

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage

Mid-drift, turn on the switch, broke but killing rappers that are rich

Y’all only in it for the cars

Just rolling around, town cause

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

Representing grimsby mother fuckers not the london town

That's, that's the only way i know how to hold it down

Now this anxiety is chasing me around town to town

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown

Hfl chillin man i love this town