This is a song about "Rodney king"

Dare ya, take out the king/

Fuck it, im leaving

Get ready to hail to the king

Dmv so we used to the waiting

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

Like pippen' beaming scotty his back up was rodney

A thug on drugs, a gangsta, load the chambers, it's rodney king,

Destinies fulfilled off the filling from the pillow talking

Was written in braille now hail the king

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

I'm feelin like a king,

I know these haters watching

I'm feelin like a king,

I was born to do the damn thing

Which means she ain't never hear nothing

And it smells like burger king.