This is a song about "They call me the king"

Chillin' with homies and family

I'm supersonic that's what they call me

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

And hot dayscocking my heat shooting it sideways

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Got royalty herb, call me the toke king

Hundred thousand worth of ice on me now

Call me the king of crapping, and take a bow

Or do you understand the stressing, the aggression

I'm the armor of hip-hop, they call me protection/

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

They call me the rap mayor so be fucken aware

Earl sweatshirt, tyler, the creator

//me and great the king slayer