This is a song about "King of the reverse verse"

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

I'm the computer, the king of devices.

Fuckin' up my gold pots

You're the king of cocks

Kind of chill but every now and then i get this violent urge,

Oh shit reverse the hearse , the curse of eazy coming back slowly and it lurch,

Im, king of the jungle,

Lady at the frank stand will

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

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

For real, you need to go away just like the rain song

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

Was king of the underground

The sun's always out

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

I'm at the top of this world and i'm crowned as king