This is a song about "Krown of stardom"

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Top of my pile of bodies

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

But make sure if they do see

Moment of clarity,

To show my signs of stardom rise on a basis

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential