This is a song about "Lock up with the king slayer"

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

Ox up in my pocket, i'll lock shit, from the peep holes,

With a lock - in the back of the parking lot

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

And i ain't frontin for her

Verse 1 (great da king slayer)

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Yo i ain't a king slayer, yeah i'm a star slayer,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Im the ross slayer my word is law i shock mayors

Come equipped, man we lock up lead in the nine,

Then, prepare to have the eargasm of a lifetime

The truth, with martin luther king at the cemetery,

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see