This is a song about "Nothin to a king"

And this will be the song that we sing

The undeniable rise of a king

Since we not even talking

Way out hand running to burger king

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

I didnt have shit but a sick mind to spit that was it nothin else,

Its time for you to step down, for a new king

Thank kenny burns, though we not talking

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Nothin you can do to match my skills

It's nothin' to me, nothin' to me, nothin' to me but smoke on the breeze

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

Don't be a retard, be a king?

They are not confident when im talking

I'm feelin like a king,

Hating my macking, they asking