This is a song about "Being good in the cafeteria"

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

I believed in a higher being.

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Just for me being weird in the past/

In your nightmares i am the one watching your soul being drained

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

It's odd being in the same room, with the man i killed,

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

So being in the kitchen whipping would make sense

It's hard to find good honest work that pays in the streets,

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

My understanding led to not being good, the gods only knew how to mock

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

But one day in the cafeteria she sat alone, so i walked up and took a seat,

We ain't playing for rings and that trophy i mention before, i let em keep