This is a song about "British imperialism on africa"

Pay dues like a hair salon

Aight, keep going, on and on

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

And lead tha whole team

British troops intervene

Not even on psychedelics today but i'm tripping on whats going on

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

That's word to my mom

Feel your chest on top on

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

I need some listerine, see your sister she musta been british,

Kids in africa eating sticks, while ceos eating caviar

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

I'm on the british south east coast mate

She self made, i'm self made