This is a song about "Underground king"

I'm feelin like a king,

Nah i ain't sprung or nothing

And i put that on my name

And this underground game

While drowning you i'm crowned king,

Dmv so we used to the waiting

Here comes the next rap king

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

Was king of the underground, but i still rap like i'm on my pharoahe monch grind

Fueled by the world's underground, call me tectonic/

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

You can find me underground like a terrier

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her