This is a song about "British colonialism"

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

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

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

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Bitches pursue me like a dream

British troops intervene

All the time with this glock of mines

School of the hard knocks with some british knights

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

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

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

I'm on the british south east coast mate

Give me a moment bet the time will be the best, best

Sound like i'm british, bitches dig my accent