This is a song about "King henry the fourth"

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

A flashy king behind the scenes

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

Return of the king of flow

Cause you can't even rap in the fourth grade band

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

They are not confident when im talking

Like hey fucka, im the fuckin king

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

You in the presence of a king

I'm on the block as usual

Im, king of the jungle,

I love the way you're standing

Y'know i am the king

Got royalty herb, call me the toke king

Comme des garcons, roam like it ain't nothing