This is a song about "4 kings"

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

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

That's where we claim the crown and say we kings

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

That skate hard, thrash black hoodies, try something

Ain't no other kings in this rap thing

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

My all gold rolly or the

Crooklyn find me up in kings plaza

She's cute but her forehead's big

Kings bow down when i grab the mic

Her phone in the bag, she dancing

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing