This is a song about "A king"

I'm feelin like a king,

I'm doing the same thing

Be a king, think not - why be a king when you can be a god

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

Comme des garcons, roam like it ain't nothing

Before you take a crack at the "king"

Hurricane clapping, lyricism ain't working

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

Im a king why not praise me

Than the muse of a family

Don't be a retard, be a king?

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

Go pop some pills or something

I was born to be a king

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Now let me be clear there's a reason i'm a king,