This is a song about "No rap king yet fuck"

Keep it simple, this aint no contest (yet)

Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead

Talking about the god you serve

Yet your cd has no buyers,

See you're involved with rap yet ya don't wanna touch it,

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

Before the king sings his conquest, haven't seen his cons yet

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Peace to lil' j, rap kylle, rap crowned king,

Wait, now it's about eight something

As i end my rap, i showed u whos the king,

So that make you a queen, surviving anything

I rape verses and fuck rap from behind, but i'm no criminal,

Majors misbehaving i'mma have to take it digital

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

It's no wonder that my wordiness doesn't deserve the term worthy... yet