This is a song about "King solo"

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

If you think that you can fly solo

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Two toe-to-toe together tots flowing solo

Down just so we can grow

You feel like you're dyin solo

I'm feelin like a king,

Get off a key like i can’t sing

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

She asked if i was riding solo

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

Fully chrome alone prone to put holes in you unknowingly cold in the solo

Kid ridin’ solo, beaten' the block!

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

I love the way you're standing

Dare ya, take out the king/