This is a song about "Fu kings"

Lucky seven probably poppa

Crooklyn find me up in kings plaza

Last time you had beef was when you went to burger kings

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

I'm out here tryna live life like kings

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

And you ain't doing nothing wrong

Days of kings, they been gone

Comme des garcons, roam like it ain't nothing

Ain't no other kings in this rap thing

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

I'm a bok fu prodigy, smack you up with words

Jump posing a kong-fu kick,

If his bitch insist on getting sick