This is a song about "Liverpool north west england"

Probably in england sipping on tea,while watching tv

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

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

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Not from the north south east or west i'm the ish from

Said i'll return but i gotta fight the fate's arrived

North cold or south cold, can't really make up my mind

I'm just north of that, thinking back

Top dropped down, black on black

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

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

I am the next kanye west