This is a song about "The king of rap"

As i light one for ill will

Im, king of the jungle,

Although thought that we would grow

Return of the king of flow

The king of the jungle

A criminal grind mean hustle

You in the presence of a king

But he don't rule a thing

Harder than granite, hoes know i'm coming

The undeniable rise of a king

King of the block, niggas know my name

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

Was king of the underground, but i still rap like i'm on my pharoahe monch grind

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

King of the va, off of those toxins.

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things