This is a song about "Medieval britain"

Torture plans with weapons you could call medieval

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

Might not get a fuck to give and go medieval

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Coking down treats freeing anyone medieval

They'll have to rename this one

Im on my way to britain

Can't go to her family, they won't let her stayno money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job

This my moment, i'm ready to explode, the angers rising up drop the gun, i'm goin into medieval mode

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Retrieval cos your raps are medieval you can't remember

Medieval buggy like the cops' devices, passin',

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Because i am not equal, but medieval. illegal lethal weapons leave infections

About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins