This is a song about "Assyrian kings"

That cred represents and i kill kings like double motherfuckin' dead presidents,

Since i ain't in many penitentiaries the best revenge is fuck friends

Something all you kings and queens have started to lack

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Wanna be where #randyrhino is at, kings and queens

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

I'm out here tryna live life like kings

But the battle ain't over till the black man sings

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

They say he the key to my blessings

Rap satanist thinking that they are kings,

Try to stack that cheese as i tragically cap bad kings

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets