This is a song about "Britain parent country europe"

Britain be fightin' ask for our help. we come cause we have to but we use the

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

I was disowned by my parent,and leave alone

Go to europe and put neurofens in my syrup and stirred em

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

I'm no parent they should watch over their kid

I can you straighten you out when we twisted

Different country and time zone

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home

Yeah, they call me country grammar

Regardless to all them, i appease her

A happy home, that's my fantasy

Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money