This is a song about "Clash of kings"

Can't share another laugh, another kiss another clash

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

I'm out here tryna live life like kings

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

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

Had i not been exposed to these things

Rap satanist thinking that they are kings,

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines

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

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Last time you had beef was when you went to burger kings

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

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

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing