This is a song about "Nat king cole"

Way out hand running to burger king

I said pay me it’s nothing

Y'know i am the king

Shit, there ain't no telling

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

And if ya want ya rap career to blow we'll change ya name to j. cole,

We gone keep going

Here comes the next rap king

That's why i always think i'm kicking something with feeling

That so jealous with the king,you can never dethrone the king,

Dare ya, take out the king/

And the reason that i'm going

Is try and fail, clientele the only way to earn

Then j cole with the return of some underdog churn

Straight g thing, double m g thing

And it smells like burger king.