This is a song about "King of kings"

And this will be the song that we sing

You wanna be a god instead of a king,

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

She need now, she ain't never needed love

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

King of new york, yo i'm already there

You couldn't even name three kings at the top of ya brain,

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

Was king of the underground

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Get in the right state of mind rissa is like two kings aligned huffing lines

Cuz id be lyin and yall be fine chase bread with my dog muthafucka felines

Try to keep my spirits up, that's why i lays it down

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

Mines is family over everything

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