This is a song about "Why britian is so good"

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

Is that why you're so fat rhino

So you x'd with a "why," y is the path

No one-half and i hate math

If this is sick so that why i do this shit to spit like righteous a homegrown

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

Why i'm so good, i don't even know why.

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

Yáll wonder why i write so many rhymes, every verse is long,

You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong

Why is it when i talk i'm so biased to the hoes

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Life is good, simple, so dont make this shit difficult

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Ask hopsin why his ill mind is so unforgivable