This Diss 3.5

Took too long to get here,
Can’t let some square knock me off my square,
Can’t get tripped up by some weak man,
Nope, just take it over there,
Take it to ol girl with the bundles in her hair...
Maybe she can kick it with you,
Not happening over here.
Not when you broke as a fuck,
Cant even keep your composure,
Didn’t even count your own luck,
Before you got this cold shoulder,
Not when you can’t even lead,
Falling all over yourself
Intimidated by a real life Queen.
Not when you can’t provide shit,
Can barely buy your own weed.
... so do tell me?
Since you call yourself a King
What can you do for me?
How you claim to want the real thing,
Get what you ask for,
Then fumble the ball so quickly?
How you claim to be a King but running scared when you meet a Queen?
How do you talk so much shit
But can’t practice what you preach?
Yeah... I think I see,
I’m dealing with a Joker,
One masquerading as King.
How you bash women constantly
When you couldn’t even give a thing?
Not even a grain of maturity,
Or an orgasm,
Speaking frankly...
My bad King...
Maybe it’s not you,
Maybe it’s me...
Maybe it’s crazy of me,
Expecting your words to align with reality.
My bad, King.