This is a song about "Label me king"

I die being me,im fucking happy,see my hood see the king

I'm screaming for help, as loud as i can but that's not working

That skate hard, thrash black hoodies, try something

Now let me be clear there's a reason i'm a king,

I'm the king cobra, call me the viper soldier, nobody colder,

Simply give me a beat, i guarantee i’ll make a hater move over

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

Im a king bitch!, call me imperial.

Folarin said we 6 million and running

Got royalty herb, call me the toke king

The concept is so absurd

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Would have came back for you

C'mon king show me what ya'll can do,

If i can see it all, does that make the king me?

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty