This is a song about "British airways"

Sound like i'm british, bitches dig my accent

I have sins so my pants never had lent

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

Early adapters agree they all late

I'm on the british south east coast mate

I'm on the british south east coast mate

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

You're right i'm in my british castle thinking,

On the road to riches this is the fork i'm hitting

Suppress your airways with #scented #debris lungs full of #ganja #trees

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

And it rules everything around them

Been over seas more times than the british when

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

My flow is like a british man, it's motherfuckin' peachy keen,