This is a song about "My englishman"

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out

'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

My own unknown is my enemy,

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

What we gotta do to survive

See my pain through my eyes,

My nigga kato, ready for whatever

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure