This is a song about "British gas"

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

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Fuck you if you feelin' different

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

And i put you on the team

British troops intervene

School of the hard knocks with some british knights

Violence on my uncle, was working with two strikes

It's too turned going up like gas

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

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

You look sweet enough to make a nigga need a filling

Got my foot on the gas

No one-half and i hate math