This is a song about "The british offensive"

Just to make it in this broadway lights

School of the hard knocks with some british knights

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Put expressions in their music and create the face

The club underwater, have em running out the front

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Hard to move on when you always regret one

The mic's offensive with lines i've written

Yeah there's some distaste up in my rhymes and i'm offensive and i'm blind,

I see yesterday i called you names, and played games on yo' mind