This is a song about "The colonist protesting to the british about the stamp act"

Like the 1st amendment, then they send the rico act,

Bitches check on my stats, women get too attached

For every niggers who died protesting through the streets

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

I'd rather act the part

They don't hear my bark

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait

I'm on the british south east coast mate

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

I just pray my mother doesn't witness the act.

Don't act like you're the big hit

But you're loving mine i am the shit

Could you speak up and stop mu-mumbling, i don't think you came in clear

Just remember i'm the bogeyman about to appear

I don't gotta act no different just to win as the victor

And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror