This is a song about "Shit cunts"

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

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

I swear they talking shit

With g's in my pocket

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

You never play with young boys cause they never private

Every day was a saturday, shit

Your talking shit dropping shit like toxic

Find yourself in serious shit"

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

Blubber and shit in the cupboard and shit

Wondering shit, questioning shit

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Aint this shit easy, talkin big shit

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit