This is a song about "My englishman"

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

No more amore, i refuse to force you

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Might even know how hard it is, no doubt

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

These my rhymes and my story

They say nothings ever free

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

My own unknown is my enemy,

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

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