This is a song about "England"

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

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

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Probably in england sipping on tea,while watching tv

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

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

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

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

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

I live in england where them bitches rich,

I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch