This is a song about "Andrew england"

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

Your ho be on my penis, she check my french, bitch

I live in england where them bitches rich,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

I'm the king of england france was getting old,

I'm the king of england this shit too cold,

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

I'm the king of england with my ships of gold,

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

After every show, a dream she hold

I'm the king of england and you cunts have been told

Probably in england sipping on tea,while watching tv

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them