This is a song about "Tale of despereaux"

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Because i strangle hold, the tale is told

These hoes ain't acting right

Out of mind out of sight

Feeling, of appealing

Don't want to be the king

Lights please, lights please

Top of my pile of bodies

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Of the book of your life

Before we see it's hard to live

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Return of the king of flow

Hit the club she drop it low