This is a song about "Straight out of peterborough"

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

Straight into the coffin with the fucking lot of you

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

Damn them teeth look like they straight out the crocodile,

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

Late night, wind of change blows straight

Straight to song writing the minute i get out ma bed

This is like love, that you can never get

Throw em in my trunk and head out straight for the docks

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Straight out my mind, and down through the keys.

Cause there'll never be peace

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

That the richest of celebs can't even think straight