This is a song about "Pat smith the baddest mothafucka around town"

Party all the time listen i'm da baddest in school the

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocritesthey way they see it, we was meant to be kept down

Imma tell you a story about a kid at school who thought he was the greatest kid around in this town

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

Representing grimsby mother fuckers not the london town

You get a thumbs up, pat on the back

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

Severed the clocks hand and pat myself on the back!

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

I be running around my town. till i run my town