This is a song about "King and mushroom"

Know that it’s god working

And it smells like burger king.

Call me the king of crapping, and take a bow

Homie, got the industry watchin' dmv now

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

Watch as i transform, jamie lanister form and slay the king,

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

Let it be known, i'm king and this pad is my thrown

The shit i saw would make king bawl and shit his drawers

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

Baby, you know who you are

//me and great the king slayer