This is a song about "Haters and king"

A fly nigga, i keep having the gravity grievous

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

And fucking, haters got something to say

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

Hey you, what the fuck you think you doing

And it smells like burger king.

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

Wait, now it's about eight something

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

Shit happenin all over the game and haters sin

I ain't trynna be forward

Fuck y'all haters and make sure this hurt

The concept is so absurd

Fuck y'all haters and make sure this hurt

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Never fading, and i know that haters are forever waiting