This is a song about "Sitting on my throne"

Pass the pot, sitting in my throne like its camelot

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

Leaves yours sitting on the curb

Rappers please step forward

Switch rovers, hit 'em with the gun that's in his holster

Sitting on my shoulder, my heart is getting colder

Out in haiti, adolescents barely have a home

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

My ass sitting, awful on metal without no cushion,

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

I'm the flowking hail to my throne

That'll do anything that i please

Sitting right here on my knees

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

You standing at that throne you smiling at that throne as we praise you on and on