This is a song about "King henry the eight"

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

But the meg count's off half down to one twenty eight

The proverbial lemonade that i made

Eight inch blades and the tick of a grenade

Exclusives, y'all never seen

I'm hatsheput, the king, the queen,

Im in my fort house stuntin like henry the five/

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

See, now im the fucking king

I said pay me it’s nothing

Shoe game bad yeah she might know something

You in the presence of a king

Get ready to hail to the king

Shit, there ain't no telling

Been locked up eight years on the real

Tell them girls right there that the man right here