This is a song about "British tourism changign"

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

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

Been over seas more times than the british when

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

I'm on the british south east coast mate

Im still here but i can't skate

City national bank evolve into shape

I'm on the british south east coast mate

I’m watchin' espnbut when that show end

Sound like i'm british, bitches dig my accent

And commonsense tells me i'm a british citizen n fuck politics

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

I need some listerine, see your sister she musta been british,