This is a song about "King karkass"

Was written in braille now hail the king

I'm on the run, keep running

I hear the people talking

Don't be a retard, be a king?

I'm feelin like a king,

They 22′s or something

That so jealous with the king,you can never dethrone the king,

Destinies fulfilled off the filling from the pillow talking

I'm not a peasant, i'm a king

Comme des garcons, roam like it ain't nothing

Niggas dying like its nothing

Before you take a crack at the "king"

I know the moves i'm making

And it smells like burger king.

We no longer close or nothing

Dare ya, take out the king/