This is a song about "Haters and king"

The time is waiting

And it smells like burger king.

Don't change your mind and call me the rap game king

Told me rep the city good keep the board moving

'cause all the haters gonna try and taunt you

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

My records sell, yes sir

//me and great the king slayer

Haters hate and i wave my hand like i'm fucking imperious

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Im the king and you're the peasant

But when i rage against haters they all afraid and get shook,

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

Drugs, and ass,haters dont phase my hearts on everlast!!

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed