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

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

My respect for you becomes worse and decreases

Pound for pound it could be worse

And what about the rappers

Ive seen better but ive been through worse,

I give a girl what she want - but no dollars

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

Bosh better pick up his purse or his feet / if he doesn't want worse than defeat

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers

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

And there ain't been no buster, prepared for you suckers

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

I chase cheese i get it, nothing but cream i'm getting

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