This is a song about "British geting hudsons bay copany"

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

I'm on the british south east coast mate

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

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

Do it fast or your plane's gonna crash, smashed by the bay

Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say

School of the hard knocks with some british knights

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Geting back to just spittin with all my motherfuckin might/

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light

But i do quite well with all the bait

I'm on the british south east coast mate

She can't know where my mother stay

Straight from my bombers bay

Yet it's funny coz i just can't keep the truth at bay

And i ain't trying to hear what you wanting to say