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

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

And there ain't been no buster, prepared for you suckers

Baby, you know who you are

I"m the designated driver

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

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

Y'know i am the king

Know that it’s god working

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

Queen wit a crown that be down for whatever