This is a song about "Town hall"

Tito santana matador ain't equipped to stop the bull

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

When we see you running round town

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Fame hall inhabitant spray the tec wrist throbbing

And touch down when i role into town.

To come and change my life around

I don't want no fucking crown

I could show you a bar across town

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

Representing grimsby mother fuckers not the london town

I be running around my town. till i run my town

Yes, it's the illest bitch around, flawless and brown

Baby doll, check it out: i get around

But im trying to run this town