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

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

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

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

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

Said when i do dirt wit her

Or better yet the unabomber

Whichever comes first, for better or worse

You little young-ass motherfuckers

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

She's bound to be bitchin if she hasn't got a fix inso... now i lay me down to sleep

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers

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

There's still time for changing

That photograph is fading

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will