This is a song about "England"

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

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

Jazz talkin, i bet i pick and roll with your bitch

I live in england where them bitches rich,

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

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

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

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Probably in england sipping on tea,while watching tv

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold