This is a song about "Greedy kings"

O let's do it get-get your bitches schooled quick

Kings bow down when i grab the mic

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

So i banged for a minute

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Kings covered in potassium it clings

Before i lay down, i thank god for the blessings

Yeah, glitterati, big bodies and tall swings

Rap satanist thinking that they are kings,

Quickly kneel down to strictly kings of shit, the grim logic

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Elites are greedy fuckers that are getting fat cheques