This is a song about "Sollux is your king or your ruler"

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

You stay silent//hold your breath//as you take a step// to king eaz and face your

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

Defeat, your king cant even speak

If he does my soul to keep

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

Or step son your style is unwanted step son put the mic down

Or a ruler conquering a couple of islands

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

Often wonder to myself where the day's gone

Your pride is sticking to you there is no right or wrong

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

You are not a king or queen your real shit

Maybe your grave,or your tombstone standin straight

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid