This is a song about "England football"

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

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

Football jocks and performers

Got one, got two, three, four girls

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

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

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

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Gonna lose our football but we weren't to shabby we also did this challenge

Just to fit in, til i learned i could hurt them so much, so i started eatin lunch,

Like football your ass smacked dad

Twista finna get up on the track

I'm glad i sacked his ass in football back then i was hella raw

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Probably in england sipping on tea,while watching tv