This is a song about "Who is the king"

That shoebox shit, over with

Who the illest and what the deal is

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

And who the fuck is you, you claiming you'se the king of what?

Whenever they spit that bullshit they spitting

Once their was a boy who felt like a king,

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

This shit is a jungle, and im the king in this bitch