This is a song about "British airways"

I'm on the british south east coast mate

I don't mind if you niggas hate

I need some listerine, see your sister she musta been british,

Older people looking at me how i bought all of this

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

For repair i've mastered the airways spitting faster then sound waves

Sound like i'm british, bitches dig my accent

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

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

Ain’t seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then

Been over seas more times than the british when

And commonsense tells me i'm a british citizen n fuck politics

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks