This is a song about "Latin king"

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

Quis es, unus servi? latin, sound like i'm from camelot

Or the chick leaving

Y'know i am the king

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

And when you're black or latin know they administer aids,

Don't be a retard, be a king?

Ay, there ain't no telling

After all this shit, i should be king

Get off a key like i can’t sing

I said pay me it’s nothing

I'm feelin like a king,

Man this life is but a dream

I was king you were queen

No sun's let in to shine till, latin i bet then you'll be reckoned inclined to

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you