This is a song about "British tourism changing"

That pays her decent so we ain't poor no more, changing paces,

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

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

I'm on the british south east coast mate

The proverbial lemonade that i made

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

And its changing your morality

I just know what you mean

British troops intervene

Constantly changing the course so i'm crashing my collection

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection