This is a song about "Bbq kings"

And i don't gotta talk about my feelings

Kings covered in potassium it clings

Rap satanist thinking that they are kings,

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings

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

Are you coming?to the point that your running

Ain't no other kings in this rap thing

Who wish to break this dynasty of kings

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

Ballin like some young kings

These chalance give me balance

I'm feelin' like a platter at phillip's when i rap

Something all you kings and queens have started to lack