This is a song about "British vs french"

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Excuse my french but i’m in france, i’m just sayin'

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Cus isn't me, vs you producing misery?

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Show ‘em how much they really mean

British troops intervene

I'm on the british south east coast mate

I can tell you that this tape

Je suis la garçon qui cracher flamme, french, i just cannot

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

The way i blow up, the vs just soars

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

Sound like i'm british, bitches dig my accent