This is a song about "Fox king"

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

A young fox on his grind so steady

Fox off a spliff, stop on a hit to often forget

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

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

So that make you a queen, surviving anything

You know what i'm saying

See, now im the fucking king

Your stomach is aching michael j fox shaking

And getting money is the song i sing

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Fairchild suck my joystick i'm the star fox you're just squeeze box

And it smells like burger king.

I ain't with the talking