This is a song about "Small town struggle"

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

I'll beat you with my bare knuckles and not even struggle.

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

I done seen some shit that niggas a call the struggle

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

Representing grimsby mother fuckers not the london town

Small town, kinda place a came from

How fitting we at stadium

Now thats the fucking struggle

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

I'm skipping over that struggle

As i light one for ill will

Till we run this fucking town

They just go around