This is a song about "British rappers"

"rappers don't paint pictures with words

That try to chase these skirts

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

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

All dem niggas gonna hate

I'm on the british south east coast mate

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

First verse is killing rappers, as soon as rappers die,

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

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

Stayin' on it, while these superstitious rappers,

British troops intervene

Bitches pursue me like a dream