This is a song about "Sofa king"

On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time//

My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

I'm feelin like a king,

Bitches mad, was eating on they sofa

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Here comes the next rap king

But he don't rule a thing

Hurricane clapping, lyricism ain't working

Way out hand running to burger king

Go pop some pills or something

You in the presence of a king

My all gold rolly or the

That pisses on a sofa.

That so jealous with the king,you can never dethrone the king,

Child support ain't come, that faggot still ain't bought me anything