This is a song about "British gas"

My talent should take me places i've never been

Recording in the bathroom at the gas station,

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

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

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

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

I got good gas and the weeds dank

Two white cups and i got that drank

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

With gasoline and unfastened gas valves,

Bitches pursue me like a dream

British troops intervene

I'm on the british south east coast mate

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

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

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash