This is a song about "Big throne"

Stop blowing up my cellphone

As the king upon the throne

Of my soul, while ultimate goal is to usurp this this throne

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

He even rules on heaven's throne!

Playing with fire is a danger zone

I'm in tha zone

But i'm watchin the throne

And then maybe the poor will survive, then hold the throne,

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

And his father from the shame, had to relinquish his throne..

I’m telling you mc’s to watch the throne/

Born alone, work alone, die alone

So all you peasant muthafuckas take your eyes off the throne

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone