This is a song about "King of cod"

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

I'm on twitter making tweets about the replays, of king james

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

King of the block, niggas know my name

King of rebels?, they say

She can't know where my mother stay

What i'm wanting, and i'm trying to see something

All these all-talk bitches lust for the title of king/

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

'cause weavin' facades is as easy as lobs of feed to the cod

You're the king of cocks

Where would i be without my dogs

Return of the king of flow

At this love thing toe to toe