This is a song about "Being king"

Y'know i am the king

And the reason that i'm going

And it smells like burger king.

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

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

I'm feelin like a king,

I got them saying

Hey you, what the fuck you think you doing

You in the presence of a king

I'm about to re-killcock it in yo earresurrect and disappearbitch i'm bigger, you small

It's time to stop being so selfish, we tryna be the "king" as if we was elvis, all

While drowning you i'm crowned king,

There'd still be niggas out killing

Dare ya, take out the king/

I do the right thing