This is a song about "The british fortunes improved in 1814 they fought a war with napoleon the british tried to attack and burn dc the capitol was burned america and british singed a peace treaty in 1814"

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

Wake in the morning, its storming and my mood's improved/

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

Priest tried to fuck me in the ass, for a record deal

Two click-clacks and a burst in the niggas , they be scared and be running with their tears

(hook) mess with the south homey thats a dream,hallucinating or imagining x2

Attack raps with the knife in the back

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

Shouldn't give up and be burned in the house and claim

British troops intervene

And i put you on the team

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Light a cigarette to burn the cash and the problems

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

To be fought, not finding refuge in the ones they adore/