This is a song about "Fu kings"

Yeah, glitterati, big bodies and tall swings

Rap satanist thinking that they are kings,

Got 35 up on that last kings tee

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Kings covered in potassium it clings

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

But it seems like a scene outta flick

Jump posing a kong-fu kick,

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Mofricka when i ghost this swayze, it's fu pay me

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

Dam i see my trust with him wait fu that last part

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

So i guess that's where i hide my things

That's where we claim the crown and say we kings