This is a song about "New england"

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

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

Probably in england sipping on tea,while watching tv

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

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

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

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

I live in england where them bitches rich,

New passions, enemies new fashion

First sceneproducers pointin' like action

You know i’m better off without you

Or you can keep them fresh and new

We're done, same old thing isnt nothin new.

You're my reflection and all i see is you

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

This is a new episode of a new chapter