This is a song about "King hall delicacies"

Didn't do a thing at all

And throw her shit in the hall

I'm passed the hall of fame,

It’s not a game, hold your dame

Yell in my hall,"son i know that you're blazing"

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Boys stoppin me in the hall and theyer saying hey g

Roll hall of fame even though i walk in the church

So i stay moderately buzzed, fighting the urge

I split, back into the back hall so dark,

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

Here comes the next rap king

And yea we both coming

I'm feelin like a king,

Fuck it, im leaving