This is a song about "Draw my thing"

New grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw

Im sick of fucking being skint for draw

Whenever they spit that bullshit they spitting

I'm king, do my thing, you will keep trying to swing,

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

The only thing that even keeps my sane

In the back seat and it's getting quite loud

This image in my mind man imma draw it out,

Did my time up in the clink my nigga i did my thing

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

It’s hip-hop, not pop

I begin to draw in chalk