This is a song about "The great king of fantasy"

I ain't interested in fame

King of the block, niggas know my name

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

King of the va, off of those toxins.

The king of the jungle

I'm modest, and humble

I'm at the top of this world and i'm crowned as king

I lead the city in requests, but don't do nothing

Return of the king of flow

She so sweet, shortie feed my ego

Go pop some pills or something

You in the presence of a king

All these all-talk bitches lust for the title of king/

What i'm wanting, and i'm trying to see something

Im, king of the jungle,

As i light one for ill will