This is a song about "England sucks"

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

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

Your flow sucks like plastic straws

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

For all you that say my grammar sucks

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

Saying my flow sucks but i ain't a democrat

Trying to get his life together, or what not

Your life's sucks, until you get a blowjob,

I do self evaluate, yeah, i know i've got some problems

After i axed the guy who asked why my rappin' sucks.

It sucks when your competition aint much

Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

No one seems to understand my struggles, troubled and it sucks,