This is a song about "British army sniper tropes"

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

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

I'm on the british south east coast mate

She self made, i'm self made

My visions tainted,the hieroglyphics of a sniper

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

Evading the sniper dots, as he's tied up in my basement

British troops intervene

Show ‘em how much they really mean

Holding on the tsunamis cruise army

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

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

Bullets been fired at ma face, while i'm standing still wishing to kill the sniper/

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire