This is a song about "Crown me king"

Do the fuckin' exact opposite of turnin' it down

Dad's trying to bring me down, just so he can take the crown

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past

I have a crown that labels me as outcast

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Im a king no crown,bada bing but no sound,adlibs with no pro nouns,

Kid, with my man theory holding me down, with our crown

Yeah, that my sista and i'm so proud how she hold it down

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

No crown king appears, my peers are near, show no fear,

If i can see it all, does that make the king me?

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

I quit the shit, i might get high with you

C'mon king show me what ya'll can do,

There'd still be niggas out killing

Phonic to fame we claim the crown cause were king