This is a song about "4 kings"

You're on the verge of squealingbitch made catching feelings

Try to stack that cheese as i tragically cap bad kings

Kings covered in potassium it clings

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

When a 4 by 4 comes crashing into your skull and furthermore

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

Crooklyn find me up in kings plaza

Got a killer flow from the llama

Kings bow down when i grab the mic

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

Yo 4-bit, yeah i called you 4-bit look at me i'm 8-bit

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing