This is a song about "I am the king varun maffia of all who like me"

For who i am you aight gonna like me

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Child support ain't come, that faggot still ain't bought me anything

I am the king, i am the one with the super bowl ring/

Checked like a game of chess i killed the bitch next is the king

You niggas is anything, my bitches get everything

All these all-talk bitches lust for the title of king/

When i peep in the public, bet i'm leaving with something

Who am i, through the cries,

Sky high, iced out paradise

Niggas ruin your plans, it’s best to do what you can

Rap influences me to become who i am

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

I think i got a tear in my eye, i feel like the king of

Hating my macking, they asking

Y'know i am the king