This is a song about "Bbq kings"

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

So you know i be fly, am in da league of kings.

Try to stack that cheese as i tragically cap bad kings

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

There the kings so they think its over though

Ran outside to see the big show

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

And i don't gotta talk about my feelings

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

Crooklyn find me up in kings plaza

Lucky seven probably poppa