This is a song about "Amy is posh"

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap

My rhymes is wicked my rhymes is whack,

And i ain't never left

Your bad is what is alleged

This is ice, this is frozen,

Cold, my style making my nose run

Is she happy is she angry or confused

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

I sound quite posh just cause i got dosh.

Flapjack, ooh he bring

What is it? it is nothing,