This is a song about "New england"

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

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Ships that sail to distant places

New targets when i see new faces

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

Blood gang aint no new thang, i aint new to dis shit

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

Don't think this oppression's new,

And while you doin you

Or you can keep them fresh and new

A new world order, with a new constitution

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

I want to make the world new

And real bitches don't respect you