This is a song about "Crowned"

I sit crowned upon the ashen sun

Insubordinate for good reason

But i won't dumb down the sound to get crowned

And it's breaking me down, watching the world spin round

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

Whoever crowned you the king of the school should be drowned/

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

End you were crowned, i looked around, no were to go so now i'm giving you

Fuck your fillings, instead of getting crowned you're getting capped

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

I don't need awards i got crowned celebration

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

This is the underground, team rap pad we're the kings we've all been crowned,

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

Capped quicker than michael crowned king! lost in a cycle lights flicker

When you thinking about breakfast i'm heating up my dinner