This is a song about "Andrew england"

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

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

Black tear compliment my black lips in the lamborghini

Probably in england sipping on tea,while watching tv

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

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

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

If your mind is on sex you must got esp then

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

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

And she stripping, go to college

I live in england where them bitches rich,

We forever be real, we'll never fold

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