This is a song about "Italy england"

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

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

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

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

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

Probably in england sipping on tea,while watching tv

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

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

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

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

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

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

I live in england where them bitches rich,

I'm ballin bitch, you stallin bitch