This is a song about "Julia caesar"

Harder than granite, hoes know i'm coming

Way out hand running to burger king

Gold pendant for my neck, jesus is king

Just tell me that i ever meant anything

And it smells like burger king.

You know what i'm saying

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

If you wish to wake the tiger, at least give him his fangs

Tell them niggas we coming

Here comes the next rap king

Dare ya, take out the king/

And the reason that i'm going

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Reliant, stone faced, defiant, colossus to a giant, dictator to a tyrant,

See, now im the fucking king

About the way i'm feeling