This is a song about "Im the king bow down to me"

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Bow down to the king, you're about to be pleased

That this world is mine, im the king

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Im, king of the jungle,

A criminal grind mean hustle

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Y’all bow down to whoever writes the bible, what’s the stutter

And losin all his money

Get on your knees and bow down to me

Are much important i'm getting angrier while recording

A rook, a knight, a bishop, all kneels down to the king.

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

I die being me,im fucking happy,see my hood see the king

Like hey fucka, im the fuckin king

Hurricane clapping, lyricism ain't working