This is a song about "Great britain"

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

Of pleasure, jill you did great

Yeah, i think i'mma cop me that new estate

Being a dad, you weren't that great,

Cause i'm doing great, by myself,

Play you, for what? you gonna play yourself

As i'm watching the snow fall

Great big eyeballs, my insides crawl

Folarin, the muse of the hater

Verse 1 (great da king slayer)

Time to get her bags get ghost

Great, now i'm alone and zoned.