This is a song about "Tale two cities france england london paris darnay"

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

But once established we living lavish, like the house of versi, paris,

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

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

No one in comparison, i got a hun in paris son.

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

And i'm amazed you clown niggas is still around

Because we take over the cities and we lock ém down,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie

While i spin a tale of the quiet kid

Start the applause, a rebel soul lifted

Your ho be on my penis, she check my french, bitch

I live in england where them bitches rich,

Representing grimsby mother fuckers not the london town

Do the fuckin' exact opposite of turnin' it down