This is a song about "King of the hill"

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

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

Yep she's on x, i called that bitch speed burst

That you're the king of this world

Return of the king of flow

I'm rolling down the window

I'm a climber, my wish the hill

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

I'm the king of england with my ships of gold,

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

For real, a nigga ill

Cannonball, brawls, fall off the hill

You're the king of cocks

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Used to be at the bottom, tell ‘em it wasn’t for long

I'm the king of the jungle, beating on my chest like king kong