This is a song about "Telling half the story to make yourself look like the victim"

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

Like suicide and the voices inside telling them to do this.

Know i just call it head phone

I’m telling you mc’s to watch the throne/

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Like the beat you chose,lose yourself and get to stepping

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

Now they telling me im not allowed to rhyme on the record

And make it look like it’s because the wind’s flow

So you don't drown, when you decide to follow

Even when i'm sleep, i got vision

Ima be the next victim, so listen

Cause i was the one abused man i was the victim

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

Another victim dissin the towel head/

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck