This is a song about "Imperialism in britain"

February cold as my heart

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

In proving improvement in chunks,

Blew twenty bands in that king of diamonds

Taskforce reporting in

Energized and still going

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Im on my way to britain

Cold world no blanket son

In every thought, in every word

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

Its in operation

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win