This is a song about "England love"

She's every love song that i love singing

Whenever they spit that bullshit they spitting

I want a girl to love

Then i said i had enough

// [bitch you get (no love)]

Pocket racked up all big faces

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

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

All because i can't feel love

Wood chain with a jesus

So if it's true '12 couldn't come fast enough

Show me love show me fuckin love