This is a song about "Cheer on a new king eezey"

Than a new song im on the grass so i'm on the lawn

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

But cheer up i manufacture like krupp and you shit like a pup

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

Ya spend a abraham on 'em, you meet a new enemy,

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

I need a reason to go on so i put on a new song feelin withdrawn

But i'm losin' all my motherfuckin' friends.. damn!they should've shot me when i was born

We no longer close or nothing

I'm feelin like a king,

And get to work on a new beats page

Got in more trouble as i got up that age

All the way from beijing. i'll sing cause i feel like a king, crown on top,

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

It sorta becomes a cycle like hoes bleeding

Giving head, now takes on a whole new meaning