This is a song about "Self made champ fuck that i m a underground king"

It's nothing to deny for having such a mind, i'll be having y'all in mind

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

Hatin’ niggas? chalk em out. go on, get the coffin out

I know there was a time where once i was king of the underground

Im eating m&ms tonight cause i got a sweet tooth that bites

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

Imma be a self made millionaire you can tell a friend

This is more about nothing, i'm the fucking show

I made a brew of rappers that i didnt know

Let's duck away for a moment, from the points that i made

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

The real muscle in the message of that

But im self aware fuck that third eye shit

I take her to dinner then we fuck in that king

Harder than granite, hoes know i'm coming