This is a song about "Hail kings"

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Trying to catch me riding dirty

So i guess that's where i hide my things

I'm out here tryna live life like kings

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

You prolly wouldnt see dis much ice in a hail storm.

My sim card's the bomb

Days of kings, they been gone

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Rap satanist thinking that they are kings,

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Ballin like some young kings

When i'm in the dmv i hit the home wale

As we sail vikings look from the heavens and hail