This is a song about "Sittin on my throne"

I don't sit on a barstool, i use a golden throne

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

Better yet they work my every nerve

Paranoid, sittin in my loafers

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

On the dock sittin' while liquor bottle sippin'

1:34-2:05 she sittin on my cock, while i work around the clock,

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

I'm looking down on you fakes whilst on my throne throwin yous a bone.

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

Stayin' on it, sittin' back while i puff, blazin' chronic,

On our throne just trynna throw you a bone

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

And how it feels to feel that feeling

While he sits on his throne and think he's king