This is a song about "Crown towers"

Yes, it's the illest bitch around, flawless and brown

Become the king robin killin you for a crown

And i'm eating up they croutons, erica to milan

C4 was planted at the twin towers, missiles hit the pentagon,

Throat spokens be expendable like vonage towers

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Kid, with my man theory holding me down, with our crown

My bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna hold me down

They just go around

I don't want no fucking crown

I make her cum a lot

Form the towers to iraq

Yeah, that my sista and i'm so proud how she hold it down

Boy if you a king im the jewels in ya crown

Headshots at the throne, blood stains the crown

Oh no we got to slow the city down