This is a song about "My englishman"

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

And i got a little big, keep it low key

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

See my pain through my eyes,

She's flawless like some uncut ice

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Unify them, mob through, take over and

My streaks my testament.

If you ever feel alone and