It wasn't about who was the King of Memphis, it was about the current King couldn't accept the fact that he was about to be replaced. He'd become old new, hid record sales and shoes had declined - he was crumbling faster than ever.
He was stray in the game, until Yung D but the scene. When Yung D hit the scene, the King's whole life had changed. He'd started to watch his bitch more closely too, because he thought maybe hid bitch wanted to fuck the nigga.
The King called up Jim, who was the King of all King's in the rap industry. Jim didn't answer right off, so he kept calling.
"Jim! Jim! Man, please answer, ' he muttered in his bitch voice.
When Jim finally answered, King told him the business. He told him about the fear he stressed about Yung D and his potential take over. While the King was stressing, Yung D was in the studio stressing for a blessing. He knew he couldn't chill yet, because he didn't even have a hundred mill yet.
He wasn't with none of that rap beef shit neither, because he knew niggaz shoot pistols with they eyes closed; that meant anybody could get hit. He didn't want nobody to die, he wanted everybody to eat. He was just on some real nigga shit, and he ain't never had a brick.
The King was his biggest hater, and that hate was causing the King's empire to crumble, but he didn't, because he was trying to remain on the throne. The only way he could succeed, he would have to get rid of Yung D, and to do that he would need some ducks to keep the beef up.
The King heard through the great vine that Black was an alright rapper, but a real good shit starter. He need that, so he sent someone to 202 Popular to make his bail, but that's not when all hell broke loose. Yung D was like fuck them niggaz, he bulletproof.