This is a song about "Wifey qu crown broads"

I don't wanna be the king so keep the crown

My ten cent hold your head, don’t let lames bring you down

Is there any love

All broads is frivolous

Private flights, finest wine, broads, fame, chains, diamonds,

And trying to start today with arguments

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

Actors get smacked, wack rappers will pass the crown,

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang

Jockin broads right out their bras man

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

Boy if you a king im the jewels in ya crown

But i was more self concerned with the broads in life

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

As soon as i walk in the door

You hoard more broads than igor,