This is a song about "King charlemagne"

Way out hand running to burger king

Go pop some pills or something

I'm feelin like a king,

Let my angel sing

Shit, there ain't no telling

I'm feelin like a king,

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Was written in braille now hail the king

Tell a bitch lean

I was king you were queen

I was born to be a king

And the reason that i'm going

See, now im the fucking king

Fuck it, im leaving

While drowning you i'm crowned king,

Wait, now it's about eight something