This is a song about "Tryhard slayer"

Verse 1 (great da king slayer):

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

If they ain’t talking bout paper

//me and great the king slayer

Young nigga's call it slayer. im drinkin out my cup with gin, i'll eat later

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

From great to great the king slayer, with this introduction you'd wish you're never superior

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Verse 1 (great da king slayer)

I do sound like darth vader

Are you really a player? you claim 'slayer rides rhino

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

I get gritty on wax like record players- i'm the slayer of that kind

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

If you're the best i'll slay ya, have a taste of the slayer