This is a song about "British prick"

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

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

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

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

And getting money is the song i sing

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

Sound like i'm british, bitches dig my accent

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

You're gonna flop like british hip hop, im a rap bot

Cocktails, fuckin' toss one in your apartment dog

See the bastard playing tricks, but your just an other old prick

Still got me another deal big as any nigga in music

After this battle i'll will sound like a prick

Style is patent, the measures is drastic