This is a song about "Am i king"

Nobody knows alone i really am

Real niggas never hate another man

I was born to be a king

But he don't rule a thing

For how smart i really am

So if i talk down to a man

Because we all know that i am the real king.

You need to go to, like, vienna or something

Destinies fulfilled off the filling from the pillow talking

I am the king, i am the one with the super bowl ring/

Put that on everything these other bitches anything

I take her to dinner then we fuck in that king

Cause i ain't mad at cha

What's wrong king? am i scaring ya?