This is a song about "Imperialism in britain"

For a perfect mother’s day

In my cabriolet

Wrapped in /hells chains in banes mask /stained*

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

See i walked in while she creeped in.

Young nigga with old spirit and ambition

I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry

In one round, in one dab damn im high in the sky

Watch you in,watch you in, watch you in, im in for the win

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

Watch you in,watch you in, watch you in, im in for the win

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

With a little bit of passion

Knocked out in the lunch in

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Watch you in,watch you in, watch you in, im in for the win