This is a song about "A fast rap about being the king of rap"

Money fast like eminem's rap

Unload the click-clack to ya fit cap

Dreaming of being the best at this rap shit

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

Was king of the underground, but i still rap like i'm on my pharoahe monch grind

Your bitch texted me, wants it now so i had to knock her down

Rap king is invited for being a king of china town,

I'm a wigga who aint gon rap that much about the streets.

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Which means she ain't never hear nothing

Don't change your mind and call me the rap game king

I'll be your student loan girl you ain't heard nothing

I ask you what's so good about being a king,

As i end my rap, i showed u whos the king,

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying