This is a song about "Sitting on that throne"

I belong on hell's throne, you belong in jerusalem,

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

Sitting on the bed while they cooking up that coke

Now i’m killing these shows, i just deliver the hope

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Sitting on the roof and yell fuck everything

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Sitting on the high tops sniping you targets,

My heart too dark, i’m so gone, delete my phone

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

I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

Like being garbage some type of disease

Sitting right here on my knees

On our throne just trynna throw you a bone

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone