This is a song about "Bbq kings"

Rap satanist thinking that they are kings,

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

You couldn't even name three kings at the top of ya brain,

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

Something all you kings and queens have started to lack

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

See i let my nigga split that

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

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

Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

Remember when we all went to kings dominion

And this will be the song that we sing

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

Got campaign going so strong

Days of kings, they been gone