This is a song about "A king"

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Have a mindset of a king, turn everything into a battlefield

I'm not a peasant, i'm a king

I know these haters watching

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

Since she wasn't really cribbing to his living

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

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

I know the moves i'm making

I'm feelin like a king,

Why not me the same thing

I was born to be a king

Once their was a boy who felt like a king,

Which means she ain't never hear nothing

You wanna be a god instead of a king,

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