This is a song about "British gas"

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

Act fact, hourglass, pedal to the floor, step on the gas

Make him inhale the gas fumes

Rags to the wrist glitter, car 6, rooms

Right cash, pretty girls nice ass

Got my foot on the gas

Shower you like a jew in nazi gas

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

But nah, he is quite different

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

School of the hard knocks with some british knights

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

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

British troops intervene

As: i know just what you mean