This is a song about "Money drugs women london"

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

No money, power, or drugs,

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Ross and folarin, couple women

Shoot my ping and if you gonna listen

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

I hit your block and we can box for fun

With plenty of money and women

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

Representing grimsby mother fuckers not the london town