This is a song about "British gas"

I see a young teen

British troops intervene

You can't be wiping your ass

Got my foot on the gas

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

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

And getting money is the song i sing

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

Sound like i'm british, bitches dig my accent

Hold your applause until the ceremony end

Shower you like a jew in nazi gas

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

Cause you're most likely to crash

It's too turned going up like gas

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Off jump boo, cudi give you funk