This is a song about "The rap king"

So check my net worth, and i got them jerseys moving

As i end my rap, i showed u whos the king,

Peace to lil' j, rap kylle, rap crowned king,

And this will be the song that we sing

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

That's, that's the only way i know how to hold it down

And tupac the original king of rap

The real muscle in the message of that

As i was sayin im the king of this rap shit

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

I rap for the ones that actully give a dam haha i fu*king dis the ones that

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

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

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

Get it girl, keep that motor running

Like hey fucka, im the fuckin king