This is a song about "Greedy kings"

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Rap satanist thinking that they are kings,

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

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

I just wanna be higher than that

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

You're on the verge of squealingbitch made catching feelings

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

I am not greedy i give to the needy

And i got a little big, keep it low key

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

I just want perfection. i hope that that don't make me greedy

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

I was born to do the damn thing

Sounds like the god you worship's greedy to me

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby