This is a song about "Fu kings"

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

Kings covered in potassium it clings

And i don't gotta talk about my feelings

Rap satanist thinking that they are kings,

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Try to stack that cheese as i tragically cap bad kings

Tai fu fight me i fight you

The boa know they loving the crew

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

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

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

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Crooklyn find me up in kings plaza

Haven't seen the world in so long

Days of kings, they been gone