This is a song about "Poland"

She called me fantastic, i called her a fat bitch

I live in england where them bitches rich,

Now i'm in brazil,i'm a bodyguard

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

Sure runnin' like i'm heavy hardcore

Trip to croatia and it's all paid for,

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

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

Born into deformity in east germany,

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

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

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

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

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Seshin on this killa reefa that be the pol pot/

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop