This is a song about "British people"

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

Dont we have enough death , people

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

School of the hard knocks with some british knights

Inhabit the minds of people

This is the root of all evil

Sound like i'm british, bitches dig my accent

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

From the people who control to people

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

So many selfish people

As i light one for ill will

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

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