This is a song about "My englishman"

Playin with fire is a danger zone

My electric methadone

See my pain through my eyes,

What we gotta do to survive

You're gonna have to pardon my french, mr. englishman

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

He just get her bigger bags

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

But five years from now i bet she see

My own unknown is my enemy,

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

About disaster in the world and