This is a song about "I m the cod king"

'cause weavin' facades is as easy as lobs of feed to the cod

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

Because we all know that i am the real king.

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

You're still thinkin you're the king when i ruin your verse

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

Do like a toaster put your bread down

As rap's king, i wear the crown

Atop the pyramid, i'm on my i m pei dreams

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans