This is a song about "British tourism changing for better or worse"

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

I dont whats worse the trolls, the spammers or the lyrical slackers

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

For better or worse, i'm on a horse, in town, blessing

Or i'll do worse than a psycho does with a metal shovel

You are now listening to the all-time phenomenal

Think before you speak or trust me nothin' is worse

Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures

Ha, the envy of dime dealers

Whichever comes first, for better or worse

On the slow jam of love

Or better yet goddess

But i'll do it first for the better or worse

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

There's still time for changing

Get off a key like i can’t sing