This is a song about "Goblet"

Before us accordingly in court of order to speak

I go from ap to jc inside a fucking week

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

You'll think it was a flute by the length that i must roll blunts

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

Droppin rhymes in order to keep your pedestal lower than mine

Return of the king of flow

Ha, in your loophole though

We rule the palace indentured servants bring the wine and chalice

So while you niggas copy cat the cats who made classics

Hell no, i can't lose when you softer than felt foam

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

I'm feelin like a king,

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Was written in braille now hail the king

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing