This is a song about "Swindon are going wembily"

Grinding grain, it's all the same, there are days i feel i'm going insane,

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

The sun rising while you moaning

Thought we had something going

I'm flying big, my rhymes are going out of the park

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

Got a whole crowd around me bout to tell them that they are going to drown

I ain't gon chirp ya mobile phone and chase you all over town

Seen, but damn girl you smoking

Are feet as we keep going,

But i just kept on going

I'm the sushi king

That's aight thoughkeep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long

When the going get's real tough, the tough are usually still wrong

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

You're fed up with the way things are going, you're poor and sick and tired