This is a song about "Running the town"

From the projects to the penthouse

New sheriff's in town i'm makin the rounds.

Everyone already knows me, got the best weed in town

My ten cent hold your head, don’t let lames bring you down

This is the concrete

G.o.n.z. running down the street

Do the fuckin' exact opposite of turnin' it down

Representing grimsby mother fuckers not the london town

Then start barkin' loud 'til the neighbors wanna calm you down

I was ready to blow up the whole motherfucking town

Harder than granite, hoes know i'm coming

Shaolin finger jab, stab the man running

Walking to town on the tracks

He just get her bigger bags

You running for the chapel

She all that i can handle