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

You in the presence of a king

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

I'm the computer, the king of devices.

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

King of the va, off of those toxins.

So here i am at the store for some chips

And tupac the original king of rap

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

And my niggas all the same

King of the block, niggas know my name

You're the king of cocks

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

I got that scrap of crap on the map to wrap and strap you in a trap

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

Then get out your seat and jump around

Was king of the underground