This is a song about "Being english"

Bet i'm heavy with that

Fuck being counterfeit

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

He was very clever in english science and math

Come here i’m about to take you higher

Your an insurgent an i'm a english sniper,

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

My english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high

But ain't gonna be no stress in here

Can't finish meal gotta english feel

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Your false persona while i'm on ya baby's c "bbc" like the english channel