This is a song about "Finesse king"

They wouldn't be nothing

Gonna be the flexed zig king

Rap king is invited for being a king of china town,

And big kill, r.i.pand all you other o.g.'s, who go down

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

I got finesse in possession, u rookie writing raps my profession

Whenever they spit that bullshit they spitting

The undeniable rise of a king

Executions deadly i'm slayin' lots of bars sittin pretty with finesse.

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

Finesse, success through the life stress mics i blessed

Here comes the next rap king

The time is waiting