This is a song about "Vince king"

Way out hand running to burger king

And this will be the song that we sing

Thank kenny burns, though we not talking

Don't be a retard, be a king?

There'd still be niggas out killing

See, now im the fucking king

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Gonna be the flexed zig king

And it smells like burger king.

Which means she ain't never hear nothing

Here comes the next rap king

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

Got royalty herb, call me the toke king

And getting money is the song i sing

I was king you were queen

Bitches pursue me like a dream