This is a song about "Stinging"

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Same swank except now the brethren's puns be stinging

Im sorry if my words are stinging, big ego in the verses im slinging.

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

A great pain stinging like i severed my own artery

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I'm thee, greatest on the microphone, stinging like bee, but,

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck