This is a song about "Ra ing"

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Story of keeness, bore-ing these cretins with irony

So a-k to your brain, and you ooz-ing

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Straight up nagasaki-ing comic cons

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Ing to this finely adorned thing, my eyes see, were fondling

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Ing to this finely adorned thing, my eyes see, were fondling

Saturdays we young lavish-ing

Polo purple like the dope i'm hitting

Before my head gets steered, not hearing shit, man im go-ing crazy

So i could see a part of me that wasn't always shady