This is a song about "British vs french"

I know howard that college, but uptown has some problems

Its like segregation when its stoners vs products

Cus isn't me, vs you producing misery?

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Vs me taking a step

And please never disrespect my set

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

You're gonna flop like british hip hop, im a rap bot

In life she the wife who was right in that deep end

Sound like i'm british, bitches dig my accent

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Seems either love or hatred/ nah more like its tension vs patience

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse

That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters

Been over seas more times than the british when

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again