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

Nah i ain't sprung or nothing

I was born to be a king

Look, i know you not gay or nothing

You in the presence of a king

Before the king sings his conquest, haven't seen his cons yet

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Tell them niggas we coming

I'm feelin like a king,

I think it's only right, hoarse and everything

While he sits on his throne and think he's king

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Don't be a retard, be a king?

A rook, a knight, a bishop, all kneels down to the king.

Folarin said we 6 million and running

They wouldn't be nothing

I'm feelin like a king,