This is a song about "England"

Probably in england sipping on tea,while watching tv

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

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

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

You wonda why they call u 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

I mean of course just the same old

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

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

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold