This is a song about "Cod king"

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

'cause weavin' facades is as easy as lobs of feed to the cod

That so jealous with the king,you can never dethrone the king,

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

They are not confident when im talking

Shiva supreme here to rep vertex the king

After all this shit, i should be king

I hear the people talking

Add me, take me, pay me it’s nothing

Fuck they think they is dr. king?

We're young and we don't give a fuck

I'm feeling like king tut

Nah i ain't sprung or nothing

You in the presence of a king

While drowning you i'm crowned king,

Money ain't a thing