This is a song about "King is dead"

Niggas dying like its nothing

That this world is mine, im the king

When everybody around you is either dead or smoking crack,

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Let it be known, i'm king and this pad is my thrown

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

Music, i have to listen to music all day long

And closest thing you get to god is being dead and gone

When some shit pops in my head, my mind is crazy, hops, drops, and flops until its dead

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

" is he dead yet?" then you see she starts giving me head

Gold pendant for my neck, jesus is king

Go pop some pills or something