This is a song about "Wanna b a king in my hood"

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

I think i got a tear in my eye, i feel like the king of

I was born to do the damn thing

You in the presence of a king

I rap for the children who don't wanna be in the hood,

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

I'm spoiled by the king. i wanna do it my way

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

Got my niggahz on my side when we in the enemies hood

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

Black jesus!searchin for black jesus

My first lyrics were a b plus,

I rap for the children who don't wanna be in the hood,

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick

And if you think wayne's more of a king than b-i-g,