This is a song about "Crown me"

I have a crown that labels me as outcast

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Now drown in my sound, no clowns just the crown

All i wanted to do was get that trick down

Petty thoughts could keep your brain down

As i take my rightful crown

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

And the voices of my ma,will ever crown me,

As soon as i touch down

But i always got a clean crown

The face mob, kept it ghetto for the h town

Im going to be the one standing with the crown

Can't smile, take a picture, gotta frown

Actors get smacked, wack rappers will pass the crown,

Ima slow it down, down, down

As rap's king, i wear the crown