This is a song about "Clash of kings"

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

They say he the key to my blessings

But the battle ain't over till the black man sings

Kings covered in potassium it clings

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

These guys are kings of the sea on my map, bee's rise begins the battle royal rap

See her man face-to-face through the glass

Hoe i'm tired of you're clash

Can't bear the sight of kings on my chest, it's not too swell

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

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

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

Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Can't bear the sight of kings on my chest, it's not too swell

So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell