This is a song about "Sourena the king wih abdul his brother roasting sourena"

Her death had them moping around, it was just him and his brother

I’m tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number

Its time for the new king who is out of his mind

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

Stop the boasting our i start roasting and toasting

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Like hey fucka, im the fuckin king

Seen, but damn girl you smoking

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

The first time he threw a punch was when his brother got hit

Her death had them moping around, it was just him and his brother

My mouth is like the sewer, yeah yeah i keep it gutter

Release the pressure in his heart, he lost a brother,

Put that shit on whatever, we running another summer

Before the king sings his conquest, haven't seen his cons yet

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head