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

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

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

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

So all you peasant muthafuckas take your eyes off the throne

On the throne, y'all be acting nice for the public until dawn

For real, you need to go away just like the rain song

Who feel like they've been overthrown, but still can hold the throne,

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

That he dont even own

Welcome back to the throne....

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

Gaze, fore it's time for bastards to watch the throne/

I’m telling you mc’s to watch the throne/

Know i just call it head phone

Of language will suggest if they're hard and they own the throne,

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone