This is a song about "Being king of rapper"

I ain't interested in fame

King of the block, niggas know my name

Just got up and screamed, fuck the world

Of being of always getting wired

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

Rap king is invited for being a king of china town,

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

I'm the book, the king of receiving prizes.

Watching for hollow-tip shots

You're the king of cocks

King of rebels?, they say

And all of that was okay

My mind potent like you high off keys or something

I ask you what's so good about being a king,

You wanna be a god instead of a king,

Quite gifted, ambitions of life living