This is a song about "British tourism changing"

Hate me if you want to but always remember this

They've all moved to different places, changing their paces.

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

You need your nappy changing, man

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

Ripples wake, changing fates,

And today we're still in chains

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

Constantly changing the course so i'm crashing my collection

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

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