This is a song about "Britain taking resources from africa"

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Taking days to begin a rap then adapt all to take a break from the pen

Taking it back to to the same street from my childhood

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there

Taking away from my eyes every scare

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

Taking the shots with, the gats from a racist obnoxious youth,

I need henny on the rock, my queen top notch

America's gone shit since you had britain in charge

Make me wanna write my own little song for you

In one fell swoop taking from the life that he grew/

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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