This is a song about "A kings final"

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Rap satanist thinking that they are kings,

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

I've got your final symphony planned out, in tune with a harp

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Kings covered in potassium it clings

I done lost too many homies to this motherfuckin' game

Cool young kings trying to make a name houston is where we came

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

This ain't the final act that ain't a lie i stay alive say i die

The final fatality,

Ye too, but what em did was silly

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Try to stack that cheese as i tragically cap bad kings

There's kings and queens to these rumors, who just think you're a pawn

You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong