This is a song about "King mateo"

Acting like you real or something

Don't be a retard, be a king?

And getting money is the song i sing

Way out hand running to burger king

Since she wasn't really cribbing to his living

Was written in braille now hail the king

We no longer close or nothing

And it smells like burger king.

Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down

Rap king is invited for being a king of china town,

Y'know i am the king

Ay, there ain't no telling

Get ready to hail to the king

There'd still be niggas out killing

Plus big truckin too it's nothing

Healing is this: i'm the forever king