This is a song about "The british offensive"

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

Because cancer has the answer to every offensive and defensive punch

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

It's offensive but that's life and if you can't beat em join em

They're the prey, that's why we take the offensive

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

I need some listerine, see your sister she musta been british,

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

You're right i'm in my british castle thinking,

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring