This is a song about "King graves"

Like hey fucka, im the fuckin king

They are not confident when im talking

Way out hand running to burger king

Light skinned women, all sex everything

After all this shit, i should be king

Dmv so we used to the waiting

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Dare ya, take out the king/

Y'know i am the king

You know what i'm saying

Graves teh rippers raised scythe sharp like michael myers

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

I'm feelin like a king,

I say that keeps me going

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

Many faces, trading places, diggin' graves, slaves patient,