This is a song about "Terminal king"

I'm an incurable sickness like terminal cancer

I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor

See, now im the fucking king

Thank kenny burns, though we not talking

I'm not a peasant, i'm a king

Hating my macking, they asking

Rap king is invited for being a king of china town,

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

Nah i ain't sprung or nothing

Don't be a retard, be a king?

Gonna be the flexed zig king

I'm on the run, keep running

Before you take a crack at the "king"

See i'm fronting, get your food, keep on running

You in the presence of a king

Comme des garcons, roam like it ain't nothing