This is a song about "Clams"

But he don't rule a thing

While drowning you i'm crowned king,

Says the motherboard's overgrowing with crab grass

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Shit i been heard that niggas been working

After all this shit, i should be king

I was born to be a king

Why not me the same thing

Shit its sounding like a million bucks..

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Each day you earn only a couple bucks

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

Just by sitting around i would made some thousand bucks...

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

And what’s worse is before this, i had worshiped you

Eatin' crab out in malibu with no boo