This is a song about "Small town struggle"

Till we run this fucking town

I better get my gown

A criminal grind mean hustle

Troubled with a struggle

I done seen some shit that niggas a call the struggle

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown

Pretending it counts, offending the town

Such a lonely boy, who brought a small town so much fame.

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

And be you, that's when it sounds beautiful

It's unfair, your unaware of the daily struggle,

Her tits are fucking small

Wolf gang, kill em' all

I’m sending one warning shot then i’m taking buildings down

Representing grimsby mother fuckers not the london town