This is a song about "British borders"

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

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

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

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

Been over seas more times than the british when

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Defending your kingdom’s borders against us with knives and rifles,

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

En#forcing #borders #swarming #corners like #engaging in #coke

You're gonna flop like british hip hop, im a rap bot

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

And scott larock the super ho back in latin quarters

Don't talk about it, walk around it, there's no breaking borders,

Crossin' the borders of exploitation,

The world should turn as soon as my records spin