This is a song about "Money drugs women london"

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

Riding around without a fuck given

My dad been with half of california's women

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Representing grimsby mother fuckers not the london town

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

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Bonding over our love for drugs