This is a song about "A king that loses his king"

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

I take her to dinner then we fuck in that king

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

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

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

Hurricane clapping, lyricism ain't working

Em starting, 50 staring, gaga, game starting

Because we all know that i am the real king.

Won't heat or burn me, i'm the coolest nigga here

I'm a king of that hill,i'm keeping it real

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

Shoe game bad yeah she might know something

That if you challenge a real king your credibility lessens

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

A lonely king, no queen to occupy his throne

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home