This is a song about "England"

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

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

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

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

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

I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch

I live in england where them bitches rich,

Probably in england sipping on tea,while watching tv

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

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

This shit would leave rosetta stoned