This is a song about "British harry potter"

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Though this wasn't magic or happiness like harry potter

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

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

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Only to become a potter

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

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

And commonsense tells me i'm a british citizen n fuck politics

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Been over seas more times than the british when

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

I'm on the british south east coast mate