This is a song about "Like a king"

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Checked like a game of chess i killed the bitch next is the king

And it smells like burger king.

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Like king i had a dream which is one day my music is worldwide

Pray you rich in confidence, now i'm paying you mind

A flashy king behind the scenes

Can barely walk the city streets

Even went large like a burger king combo

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Your "king dumb". and you're gonna wait like a pussy till i turn my back

All the way from beijing. i'll sing cause i feel like a king, crown on top,

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

Like a king i'ma die legend// no matter how my reputation is lessened//or how

Ever since i was a little motherfucker wantin to hangi can see 'em in my head, pow