This is a song about "British columbia"

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

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

I'm on the british south east coast mate

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

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

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

For thinking you clean

British troops intervene

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

I'm on the british south east coast mate

H2o flow and i don't hold gate

Been over seas more times than the british when

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Sound like i'm british, bitches dig my accent

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast