This is a song about "3 kings"

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

Last time you had beef was when you went to burger kings

Wanna be where #randyrhino is at, kings and queens

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Denim front been still kickin' ten zero

There the kings so they think its over though

We touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click

Quickly kneel down to strictly kings of shit, the grim logic

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

So you know i be fly, am in da league of kings.

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Got 35 up on that last kings tee