This is a song about "King killa"

Money ain't a thing

I'm feelin like a king,

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

De ja vouz, i could vision my killa crew, more hospitable, consciously

If he didn't have the price i'm asking

Way out hand running to burger king

Like hey fucka, im the fuckin king

Are you comingto the point that your running

I'm a killa it's true

That means two, between me and you