This is a song about "British gangs"

U'll get shot by gangs of cops for attempting rhino poaching

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

Oh he was shot by other gangs/

Commitment no not really, and shawty don't be silly

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

I roll with real gangs stole 'n steal grams make a bitch squeal

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

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

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money