This is a song about "King cold"

Hating my macking, they asking

While drowning you i'm crowned king,

Hand to hand in the cold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Like hey fucka, im the fuckin king

Hey you, what the fuck you think you doing

Thats spits lyrics so cold

All this paper i fold

Y'know i am the king

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

And this will be the song that we sing

Don't be a retard, be a king?

I'm doing the same thing

Gonna be the flexed zig king

Shiva supreme here to rep vertex the king

I lead the city in requests, but don't do nothing