This is a song about "Drift king"

I'm in some high definition, and my drift is catching

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

I'm feelin like a king,

You should be running

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

Matter of fact go ask they schools how many jerseys they was moving

We gone keep going

I'm feelin like a king,

I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest

Dare me some cash? not freezing wrinkle, fear drift

Shiva supreme here to rep vertex the king

Niggas getting flipped, i get them done for nothing

Like hey fucka, im the fuckin king

About the way i'm feeling

Let the smoke drift away whilst your lungs fill with tar,

She od's on louboutin, she work at that nudie bar