Sans Beanstalk - Rah, where's my Riddim?

Mate
Eyebrow slit, vintage fit
Don't know what the team is, still rep the kit
Dad paid for the whip, Soho house, I said I wanna Brit
Saturday night in a k-hole
Monday I'm on dad's payroll
Ralph hat on my head since a day old
Back in day grew up by a maypole
Twickenham sevens, I've got depression
Grad profession, my dad owns a weapon
Only go abroad, what the fuck is a Devon?
I'm streaming all of the Fred Again sessions
Oi, where's my backie?
I'm doing nos with my mates in a trackie
Girls got names up, Binky and Raspberry
Just one pint, now it's time to get a baggie
Granddad made millies, now I date Millies
I wanna drop a boiler and set him pot pillies
I volunteered in Papua New Guinea
Taught him how to play FIFA and roll Cigi's
Sigi's on her fingers Cigi's in between
Her first name's Florence, she sounds like machine
English at uni, now PR's the dream
Call up my dealer, no he takes a piss
Feel like a legend when he touch my fist
It's snowing in Surrey, not just in Swiss
My mates all play rugby, they like to drink piss
Hair middle parted, rah I'm clarted
Ten minute walk but I uber where the yard is
Chase and Status, 'dem man are hardest
Grew up on a farm, helped out with the harvest
Graduate uni, Clapham Junction
Head to the function, prep for the luncheon
Drillers on form, that's a safe assumption
Played for the county in coke consumption
Mate, that was peng
Or do I mean peak
Ain't left the west wing of the gaff in a week
Doing nos, I'm all so high, when I speak
Got rejected by PWC
Roll through Oxford, I'm trouble UC
Deliveroo sushi, six times a week
Yeah, I'm from London, well loosely
My clothes are all Depop or eBay
Except for work clothes, that is the Gilet
Father's Day bought him a poster of D-Day
Borrow a hundred, he knows I won't repay
Working in FinTech, that's just a weekday
Up on the side, I'm tryna be DJ
You know it's old school Skepta on replay
Mate, that's dirty, that's something that we say
Dad's in finance, mum is an artist
Paid 20k, but my trust fund's largest
My girl's gone to Asia, and I really miss her
It's 10am, and I've run out of Rizzla
My dad's good mates with Richard Branson
My best mate is a Viscount's Granson
My nanny always said I'd be handsome
Too Many Man is the national anthem
My girl's trousers are flared at the bottom
State of my breath after part like, rotten
Charlie and Mandy, not in my family
I do drugs in case you've forgotten
Name double barrelled, first name Harold
One word print slapped on my apparel
School with a chapel, horse with a saddle
Nan's just died, do I get the castle?
Oi, that was peng
That was bare peng
That was leng
Piff