This is a song about "3 kings"

Try to stack that cheese as i tragically cap bad kings

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

They had a hell of a run

Verse 3(i prefer this one):

Wanna be where #randyrhino is at, kings and queens

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

Look, by the end of this song

Days of kings, they been gone

Hating my macking, they asking

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Crooklyn find me up in kings plaza

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings