This is a song about "Town hall"

I pray you send an angel down

Spinning round, dizzy town,

Under ya nose a rose grew with no sun at all

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

In a hall i, hear groans and whispers muttering things more obscure,

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

I also have a cutie to call

I'm just sittin in study hall

Representing grimsby mother fuckers not the london town

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

Niggas is kemba walker tryna see me pitfall

Never be happy unless u build from me a golden hall

Ima join the hall of fame like a white scottie pippins

Fantasies of you in submission, freaky positions

Make your mark all over the town

I drive that all around