This is a song about "Colonization partition india bangladesh pakistan hindus muslims great migration gandhi non violent resistance and effects of british rule"

Somebody need to tell 'em that they can't do it like i can

With rappers, crack and gats in hand, send drones to pakistan,

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

Shit's a traffic jam, and we bomb pakistan with gats in hand,

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

Feeling the complex effects of the acid tablet

And visual acuity yeah no this is real rap non of that synthetic

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Jews killed, christians convert, and muslims are extreme

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

First rule is to go hard and never lose

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

And commonsense tells me i'm a british citizen n fuck politics

The first date was great and not full of anger and hate

And i could see you coming home after work late