This is a song about "Livetweets for the livetweet throne"

The fact yah's not coming back and that you lost the throne....

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

Through the microphone, max alone, hold the throne, slam ya,

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

Headshots at the throne, blood stains the crown

Do like a toaster put your bread down

As the king upon the throne

So beat me to the bone

Born alone, work alone, die alone

But cant touch me im prone to getting thrown off the throne

That he dont even own

But i'm watchin the throne

74. take a seat in the throne,

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

And his father from the shame, had to relinquish his throne..