This is a song about "Abbie king"

Way out hand running to burger king

Ten more depending on where wale going

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

Nah i ain't sprung or nothing

Comme des garcons, roam like it ain't nothing

The undeniable rise of a king

I love the way you're standing

While drowning you i'm crowned king,

I was born to be a king

Since we not even talking

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

Return of the king of flow

And it smells like burger king.

If he didn't have the price i'm asking

The bitches is everything in between

I'm hatsheput, the king, the queen,