This is a song about "Italy england"

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

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

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

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

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

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

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

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

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

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

I live in england where them bitches rich,

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back