This is a song about "New england"

What up girl, tell me how you been

New passions, enemies new fashion

Time to go find someone new

Your girlfriend trippin' on you

New is new, don't compare to the precedent/

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Quays made a baby his birth rates new

And word i blew off herb i grew

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

I'm a new man with a new attitude

New day new dawn shit every days the same,

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

New targets when i see new faces

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

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

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold