This is a song about "Macy king"

And yea we both coming

While drowning you i'm crowned king,

Don't wanna wake like jeremih, seeing macy gray dreams

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

Cut me off every time im talking

Get ready to hail to the king

Was written in braille now hail the king

Who dat, who dat? i got them saying

Like hey fucka, im the fuckin king

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

Jump off... hoping, i'm hoping

I'm feelin like a king,

I was born to be a king

Hey you, what the fuck you think you doing

I ain't with the talking

Gonna be the flexed zig king