This is a song about "Small town struggle"

I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest

Should read the small print here's a small hint,

Representing grimsby mother fuckers not the london town

Do the fuckin' exact opposite of turnin' it down

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

Now this anxiety is chasing me around town to town

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

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

I'm skipping over that struggle

Got to the end of the tunnel

The world is so typical

Now thats the fucking struggle

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

It's a struggle,it's fading away

Yeah ain't that what the song say