This is a song about "British people"

This is for the starving people

And everything is purple

Lady at the frank stand will

I see all these people

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

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

People critically commenting,

I was born to do the damn thing

Cause this album pack enough evil

So many selfish people

Tell a bitch lean

British troops intervene

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

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

I get migraines 'cause fuck people

This is the root of all evil