This is a song about "The uk"

Came to the uk with one suitcase, they were loving the view

He the rebel, i'm the daughter waitin' for you

Thinkin of the the dreams

Hate it when i leave

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Down the street to the car,

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

Drop top on this thang

Still the man with the pan

Let's get off the phone and we can speak when i see you

Came to the uk with one suitcase, they were loving the view

And panned out, i'm all in love

Where the fuck the chorus

My time with their half-witted reviews

Saw the bombs on the news