This is a song about "British gas"

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

School of the hard knocks with some british knights

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

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

She's the third this week and i haven't stopped for gas

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

Shower you like a jew in nazi gas

See youse a nasty girl, wit yo fine ass

No one-half and i hate math

Or id be pumping gas

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Of the nearest gas station,

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

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz