This is a song about "King s death"

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

That so jealous with the king,you can never dethrone the king,

Now mama see that shit on oprah and know that it’s coming

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

Let my angel sing

And it smells like burger king.

Fuck it, im leaving

See, now im the fucking king

And i'mma keep ya fresh

That's all u need is death

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line