This is a song about "King of a city"

Man, straight and no fucking

I'm feelin like a king,

If i'll be a king of new-york i wouldn't change

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

Call me the king of crapping, and take a bow

Memories of my nigga but he dead now

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

U fuss with the king of game n u crybaby a lot i've flair the axis that's it

I think i got a tear in my eye, i feel like the king of

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Came back where i was raised, my city orlando,where i see a bunch of condos

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

They chase you a like mouse in the city of the bronx.

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

I have a flow of a train, won’t stop until i hit the breaks and i’m at rap city lane

Fuck long words i dont need a definition, just the same words over and over again