This is a song about "King shit"

You know what i'm saying

Here comes the next rap king

The shit i saw would make king bawl and shit his drawers

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

Jump off... hoping, i'm hoping

After all this shit, i should be king

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

And it smells like burger king.

There'd still be niggas out killing

Get ready to hail to the king

Look, i know you not gay or nothing

Like hey fucka, im the fuckin king

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

Trayvon martin, jordan davis, rodney king, racist cop shit,

The undeniable rise of a king

Who dat, who dat? i got them saying