This is a song about "Rap king"

Hey you, what the fuck you think you doing

And it smells like burger king.

Can't be held against you in any kind of way

To those i deem worthy, rap king, little j

I'm feelin like a king,

There ain't no telling

Scholars and scientists now conceive that africa is the first place of mankind

Was king of the underground, but i still rap like i'm on my pharoahe monch grind

So check my net worth, and i got them jerseys moving

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

Thank kenny burns, though we not talking

While drowning you i'm crowned king,

Cause im the fucking king of rap

No car key and i mean that

Way out hand running to burger king

They are not confident when im talking