This is a song about "Italy england"

Not puckett but i hit it then i duck a bitch

I live in england where them bitches rich,

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

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Yo i got, guns from italy, smoke trees, considerably

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

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

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

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

Probably in england sipping on tea,while watching tv

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Paid for trips to italy for me, her, my bro and dad.

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack