This is a song about "The king of cod"

And tupac the original king of rap

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

I'm the book, the king of receiving prizes.

They call me the god of night and the king of days

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

Ok you think a nigga shallow

Return of the king of flow

Im king of the universe

Penncounting pennys over tha years

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

King of louisina i been the truth

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

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

'cause weavin' facades is as easy as lobs of feed to the cod

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught