This is a song about "You not the king"

I ain't with the talking

Here comes the next rap king

Be a king, think not - why be a king when you can be a god

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

I’ll never say that i’m not, the giant king of hip hop,

You in the presence of a king

About the way i'm feeling

Better make sure you fuck your girl right ‘fore i dick her down

Boy if you a king im the jewels in ya crown

I am the king so you know you gotta obey

If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

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

And i'm amazed you clown niggas is still around

Whoever crowned you the king of the school should be drowned/