This is a song about "Banter king"

And it smells like burger king.

Hey you, what the fuck you think you doing

Way out hand running to burger king

I said pay me it’s nothing

No one notice your struggle

Im, king of the jungle,

Verse 1 (great da king slayer)

If they ain’t talking bout paper

Bitches is artificially duck

I'm feeling like king tut

The undeniable rise of a king

Word to shawn corey, and you know what i am doing

After all this shit, i should be king

About the way i'm feeling

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

Causing a banter of chatter amongst a, congregation of has beens