This is a song about "King sharp"

Razor sharp flow, masculin delivery, eatin' laxatives

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Y'know i am the king

We no longer close or nothing

Sharp like dagon, from the bay

I need money in a major way

Get it girl, keep that motor running

While drowning you i'm crowned king,

So stay sharp, even when the times dull

She grabs the yellow bottle

They 22′s or something

Gonna be the flexed zig king

Sharp and sleek as a tack

In the house, holla back

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

Maybe a shot in the heart glass edges in veins so sharp,