This is a song about "King of big head"

King of new york, yo i'm already there

Everybody put three fingers in the air

She can't know where my mother stay

King of rebels?, they say

Just a scheme of big corporations,

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

I'm the book, the king of receiving prizes.

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Cause im the fucking king of rap

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

He gets straight back up with a big grin in his head

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

You're the king of cocks

They playing with my hustle now, trying to shake my pockets down

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