This is a song about "King arthur s gold"

Here comes the next rap king

Ay, there ain't no telling

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

The undeniable rise of a king

All this paper i fold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

We forever be real, we'll never fold

My g"s have been handcuffed,

If you ever feel alone and

Knowing you shouldn't think that way and trying to freeze your brain

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

I say that the pool is closed

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

S queezys very bold