This is a song about "Culture kings"

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

Me if i ever insult your culture or beliefs

My heart livin, got silver lining to soft women

We are the hope of the culture, they supposed to listen

Crooklyn find me up in kings plaza

Lucky seven probably poppa

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Culture lost in a vortex of racial caricatures

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Ballin like some young kings

They're spending time on the vines n' the other hypes in culture

He got a wife, ex-wife, and a baby mother

Bass music was my culture, still is

Hypnotized the masses behind versace glasses