This is a song about "Africa being controlled by britain"

Im on my way to britain

Just to match the grind with precision

So tell em parappa the rapper nigga rap harder

Breaking the locks with these rocks from being attacked by a monster

Without being able to see the beauty, that's flashing by around me,

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

Controlled by the radio these soundwaves surround you

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

I start out small by slaving africa, this time theres no saving,

Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wasting

C.r.e.a.m of the planet, i grew up in streets controlled by greedy bandits

Cause so far i done witnessed to many dead niggas in caskets

Don't get it twisted, your being listed, on my hitlist, by me.

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

Don't follow the trail of gold or you will be controlled

Unless your 'skin's winning, then i do it just to fucking boast