This is a song about "British gas"

Shower you like a jew in nazi gas

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

School of the hard knocks with some british knights

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

I'm on the british south east coast mate

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

I'm banking a full tank, you're running on low gas

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

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

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas//