This is a song about "British prick"

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

After this battle i'll will sound like a prick

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

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

With those crazy ass people at the county building

So sit and shrink you stupid thick prick

On trial for possession of some chronic

School of the hard knocks with some british knights

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

Labeled sick as a disabled prick, he wanted to fuckin leave

Did you have fun?cause i'mma need a cab just to get me homemaybe you could call in sick

Sike why would i sat that shit i'm an atheist and just cause i'm a hard prick

British troops intervene

I just know what you mean