This is a song about "A tomato about to become king no curse words"

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

Nobody has brains to believe, it's almost like a curse

You really liked tomato soup, so i went in to make tomato soup

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

You're very attractive, and notice that

No nits to pick, no words unfit, no hairs to split

Im a ghost cant shake me, no escape the curse hovers

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

And i'm not about to let my lyrics become flat

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

You want to become a handicap

She just laughs as her life starts flashing back

And i be saying somethin' when i mash out

Mastersplinter flowing king about to spout