This is a song about "Trap king of the streets"

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

Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep

Im, king of the jungle,

I'm on the block as usual

Im king of the universe

Singing my life with his words

The door crack, niggas all black

And forget about the trap,

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

Man i carry on tradition and the essence of streets,

You're the king of cocks

Where would i be without my dogs

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Cause im the fucking king of rap

Blunt smoke thicker than the dick of a black trap

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that