This is a song about "Cavern kings"

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Who wish to break this dynasty of kings

Ballin like some young kings

Hold it..now thank you for silence

But nowadays queens tryna be kings,by any means

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Try to stack that cheese as i tragically cap bad kings

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

So let me name a couple kings to get ya mind straight,

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

Quickly kneel down to strictly kings of shit, the grim logic

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that