Jared Weis - King Of This Shit [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Fuck this shit, I got flow down
On top of my head rests a golden crown
One day soon I promise I'll blow
But no matter what I'll keep bringing these flows
Flow so hot, ten bitches on my dick
I'm so ill like a baby dying sick
Get offended by this, well I don't give a shit
Chop off your head and then fuck your girl's clit
My rhymes I spit like a bitch with the cum
Melody is top notch getting you to hum
But steal my flow and aim with my gun
You about to get killed, I don't care if you run
My story is I've been smoking since ten
Just smoking weed got grams like Ted
Just trying to make a living from these ways
Spitting bars all day and sadly getting no pay
My dream is too go big like Kendrick
He's gotta be the best there's no one more sick
I got more solid bars than a jail
Some are slow like a mother-fucking snail
Drill your face in with a beat and nail
And after that, get a twenty dollar bail
Get bailed out and then do it again
But this time in writing with a beat and pen

[Hook]
Verse after verse, I never rehearse
Killed this beat so it's in my own hearse
A pro at this shit, so any beat can work
Got a grand of cash but a mil of self-worth
Yeah I'm the best, I can rap fast
Coming in every day late to the class
Got the chopper with the hollow tips
And a hundred women that are all my side bitch

[Verse 2]
You say your'e a virgin but I don't know
I like tight so virgins are the way to go
Fucking bitches on my way to the show
And then go perform and make all my dough
Im for real, I have a couple gats
All your squad has is some baseball squats
Im starting off so you might not have heard of me
But so far I've made grams and two G's
Can't chill with anyone that's calling police
Cause everyday I'm smoking on these trees
Getting the lease, never saying please
I know I'm the best, so I'm wearing high-class
Gucci belts, Versace shirts, Prada Hats
This is my life, not just a fad
And everyday I think of life without a dad
And I realize I would raise the son, and never run
I'm in this game for more than some fun
I'm mainly in it for a deal and funds
And to afford my hobby of blunts
And for my rights to diss on a couple of runts
When you're a rapper, everything changes
It's like life is only written pages
That's how I feel since I started rapping
Haven't had any time for my dose of fapping
But for my dose of lyrical syrup
Eight bars a day is the amount I take
I maintain and keep up my lyrical ways
And write rap for randoms to get my pay
When I do anything I make sure I go HAM
Except with a can, so I call that shit spam
When I murder someone, I put on the red-dot
Never made a mistake, always get a head shot
Rolling a blunt first and I smoke it to the face
I go as quick as I can, fuck pace
Talking shit? So I put you in your place
Or I'll sell you bud that's heavily laced
I ain't messing around you already know
If you're on my bad side I'll treat you like a foe
Soon i will be ready to blow
And explode a building or get famous, you never know

[Hook]