This is a song about "The king of cod"

King of the block, niggas know my name

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

I'm the king of england france was getting old,

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

Against a new king of the streets on a fire hot streak

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

And when you up in wet willies, you ain't even thinking

Show them im the king of the sea.

Walk that body, talk that body

Harder than granite, hoes know i'm coming

The undeniable rise of a king

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Watching for hollow-tip shots

You're the king of cocks