This is a song about "King speech"

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Sleep/im virus when i write this ominous speech/im dominant

See i got freedom of speech but i’m still being restricted,

But that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted

We no longer close or nothing

And it smells like burger king.

See, now im the fucking king

Who dat, who dat? i got them saying

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

Disperse a verse of satan's speech, nah, even worse,

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

I'm feelin' like a platter at phillip's when i rap

I ain't one to preach a speech calling for peace

My bitches brighter always saying lights please