This is a song about "I am the king you are not"

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Here i am sitting, wondering how you are, how your doing

My mind potent like you high off keys or something

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

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

Am i for cheap conformist flocks? you know, of course i'm not,

You niggas is anything, my bitches get everything

That so jealous with the king,you can never dethrone the king,

I would but you need to understand thats not who i am

It's all too black for me to blame it on the man

I am not the fake that you see er day

Momma say, you making me lose pay