This is a song about "Vince king"

I'm feelin like a king,

Tell them niggas we coming

While drowning you i'm crowned king,

How they say that we not working

I'm feelin like a king,

Money ain't a thing

Jump off... hoping, i'm hoping

And it smells like burger king.

Like hey fucka, im the fuckin king

Wait, now it's about eight something

Return of the king of flow

At this love thing toe to toe

Gonna be the flexed zig king

Add me, take me, pay me it’s nothing

Don't be a retard, be a king?

Niggas dying like its nothing