This is a song about "Clash of kings"

Cuz id be lyin and yall be fine chase bread with my dog muthafucka felines

Get in the right state of mind rissa is like two kings aligned huffing lines

Rap satanist thinking that they are kings,

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

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

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Who wish to break this dynasty of kings

They say he the key to my blessings

I can tear your heart out when your chest and my five fingers clash

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

The emergency room, gettin stitches

Intellectual war that few can clash with,

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Which leads to your people and my people clash