This is a song about "King edgar"

And it smells like burger king.

Ay, there ain't no telling

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

Gonna be the flexed zig king

Hey you, what the fuck you think you doing

Before you take a crack at the "king"

If he didn't have the price i'm asking

You in the presence of a king

Like hey fucka, im the fuckin king

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

He's looking scarier than j. edgar hoover

Get it girl, keep that motor running

Was written in braille now hail the king

Don't be a retard, be a king?

Nah i ain't sprung or nothing