This is a song about "Rap god rap king rat king slow as turtles time pass fast like b rabbit"

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Shit this rap is so great, great the king slayer cant compete,

And it smells like burger king.

Which means she ain't never hear nothing

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

As i was sayin im the king of this rap shit

Money fast like eminem's rap

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

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

Wait, now it's about eight something

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

I'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

'cause i'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god

I ain't gonna have ya try ta have you play me like a silly clown

Rap king is invited for being a king of china town,