This is a song about "Producing the flow and king and smart rapping"

Im the king and you're the peasant

Im happier when high and drunk

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

I'm the king of evilness, pain and maul

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends

Im just rapping and living and then collecting the dividends

Rapping about champagne, and popping on the plane

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

And you're producing an odor

I get it poppin like pacman, ask polo

Know who y'all messing with kid? i'm the king of flow

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

I've been rapping, tapping, and clapping ever since the middle ages,

C and i flow the hardest

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift