This is a song about "French king"

While drowning you i'm crowned king,

Niggas dying like its nothing

Get ready to hail to the king

And this will be the song that we sing

And it smells like burger king.

If he didn't have the price i'm asking

Just tell me that i ever meant anything

The undeniable rise of a king

Hating my macking, they asking

I'm feelin like a king,

I'm on the run, keep running

I'm feelin like a king,

You know what i'm saying

Gonna be the flexed zig king

Healing is this: i'm the forever king

See i'm fronting, get your food, keep on running