This is a song about "Sitting on that throne"

An empty box sitting on a shelf alone

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

On our throne just trynna throw you a bone

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

Later that day mike was sitting on his bed his mom tried putting her hand

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

Sitting on the toilet thinking,

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Go pop some pills or something

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

Leaves yours sitting on the curb

Wrong drink, the right work

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Sitting on the roof and yell fuck everything