This is a song about "Running the town"

Representing grimsby mother fuckers not the london town

These bitches give me their mind all the time leta way to break it down

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

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

Shaolin finger jab, stab the man running

I was born to do the damn thing

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Walking to town on the tracks

I was ready to blow up the whole motherfucking town

I told my girl i'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down

Alcohol and booty calls

The beat running its course

Squirrel is running on the roof

High as shit, i’m in a booth

I'm on the run, keep running

I'm doing the same thing