This is a song about "King assassin"

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Imagine a life of peace but livin' like an assassin

Fuck an assassin, it's my passion to go into a spasm/

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

And the impact of these actions, a moral atlas assassin

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

Holy crap, man, how did i become the assassin?

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

And the impact of these actions, a moral atlas assassin

Yeah bitch this date's done

It's the big lip assassin