This is a song about "Nigger king"

Dare ya, take out the king/

Shit, there ain't no telling

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Nigger this, whitey that man i don't understand it,

Look, i know you not gay or nothing

Gonna be the flexed zig king

Ocean teal nigger in his cargo's/

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

And it smells like burger king.

They wouldn't be nothing

Here comes the next rap king

Energized and still going

A true nigger that aint scared to pull trigger

Now shining in the broad day light, go figure

But all i hear is "nigger nigger" my rhymes are sicker

Now i'm shinin in the broad, day-light - go figure