This is a song about "Break up on the british and americans"

I'll take control and break the mold, and even though fakest hoes,

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Money's on my mind, break the bank, now the clothes and hoes,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Im not a wannabe,so don't front on me,i had the cops break my front window and taser

'less you stabler and benson, i don't fuck with the law

Probably get a boom headshot, or walk up and break your jaw

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

And that cocaine industry has us americans so fascinated,

And we keep at it 'til the break of dawn.

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Talk sharp like a razor blade

I'm on the british south east coast mate