This is a song about "There s no rap king"

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say

To those i deem worthy, rap king, little j

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

Hurricane clapping, lyricism ain't working

He screamed out for god, but there was no one there.

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

Shit this rap is so great, great the king slayer cant compete,

But little old me with the few facts that i speak

King of new york, yo i'm already there

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

The time is waiting

Here comes the next rap king

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

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