This is a song about "Flying dick monsters"

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Nigga i'm got my blue flag flying

When the monsters and demons in my own head fear me

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

It wont happen cuz i m quick to ''drop '' u so called monsters/

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

And this will be the song that we sing

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

So here i am at the store for some chips

My monsters were bred by the reasons

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Drink this , it keeps you flying

You look like monsters, its not in my head.

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

Hovering above us like monsters

Half my peers, they're stretched for years