This is a song about "Next king"

Nah i ain't sprung or nothing

Don't be a retard, be a king?

Wait, now it's about eight something

You in the presence of a king

I ain't with the talking

While drowning you i'm crowned king,

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

I be calling who next!? who next!!

If i ain't the dopest then joker's either lying or smoking

Checked like a game of chess i killed the bitch next is the king

See i'm fronting, get your food, keep on running

Before you take a crack at the "king"

See, now im the fucking king

Tell them niggas we coming

And yea we both coming

I'm feelin like a king,