This is a song about "Cavern kings"

Crooklyn find me up in kings plaza

I try to tell them i'm one of the

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

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

Who wish to break this dynasty of kings

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

But nowadays queens tryna be kings,by any means

My name trouble i'm a blessing to rap

Something all you kings and queens have started to lack

Since i ain't in many penitentiaries the best revenge is fuck friends

That cred represents and i kill kings like double motherfuckin' dead presidents,