This is a song about "Black king"

Jump off... hoping, i'm hoping

I'm feelin like a king,

See, now im the fucking king

Fuck it, im leaving

I love the way you're standing

You in the presence of a king

Hurricane clapping, lyricism ain't working

Way out hand running to burger king

And the reason that i'm going

Here comes the next rap king

Add me, take me, pay me it’s nothing

Like hey fucka, im the fuckin king

Top dropped down, black on black

Quick flipping up sexy back

She was wet off the bat

If white was the new black