This is a song about "England"

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

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

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

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Probably in england sipping on tea,while watching tv

She called me fantastic, i called her a fat bitch

I live in england where them bitches rich,

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

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

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