This is a song about "British vs french"

At an extremly alarming rate

I'm on the british south east coast mate

My flow is like a british man, it's motherfuckin' peachy keen,

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

I can taste the salt from my tears

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

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

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse

Show ‘em how much they really mean

British troops intervene

Sky high, iced out paradise

Im sizzlin like french fries

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,