This is a song about "King flow"

Hating my macking, they asking

I'm feelin like a king,

Who dat, who dat? i got them saying

While drowning you i'm crowned king,

You must flow like a king, rhyme like a fighter, know what i mean, i hope i'm being a guider

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

I said pay me it’s nothing

And it smells like burger king.

I'm not a peasant, i'm a king

But he don't rule a thing

Way out hand running to burger king

Are you comingto the point that your running

See, now im the fucking king

Jump off... hoping, i'm hoping

Ho i kick it, i punt it like reggie roby or something

That so jealous with the king,you can never dethrone the king,