This is a song about "England"

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

I live in england where them bitches rich,

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

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

Probably in england sipping on tea,while watching tv

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

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

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

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

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

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

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