This is a song about "King of a city"

Painting pictures with your caucus, satanic ways, venom in my blood acid in my brain

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

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

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

Who dat, who dat? i got them saying

You in the presence of a king

We all have a dream like king said about a bit of money,

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

I'm feelin like a king,

Get off a key like i can’t sing

I know there was a time where once i was king of the underground

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Fuck life i’m out of rap city

And if you think wayne's more of a king than b-i-g,

Make room for the groom married to his music