This is a song about "Five friends blow up a castle and kill the king"

Blow up and being in a position

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

That cred represents and i kill kings like double motherfuckin' dead presidents,

Of his might and will to forget the end, a beginning brand new to enjoy with some friends

And you get red, then blow the fuck up like a muhfuckin tomatoe, ho

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position

With intention to lock it up and kill a win

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation

And it's time to make a real native separation from the fake friends

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

Finna blow up quick, kill beats and toe-tag shit,

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

This shit is a jungle, and im the king in this bitch

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image