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"

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

I punched a fuckin' nurse and my mood was improved

I'm at the uw library from 3 to 3, find me in dc,

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

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

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit

It was evil, there was peace in the streets, a breathing unit,

It was evil, there was peace in the streets, a breathing unit,

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

Just to make it in this broadway lights

School of the hard knocks with some british knights

Dopeboyz hatin' but them faggots is a lotta talk

You're gonna flop like british hip hop, im a rap bot

Burned, squirmed to char and buried in the ditches,

Say a grown man can separate lust from love