This is a song about "Highness"

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Fuck your cronies it's his highness,

Is this bitch royal i despise my own highness

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

His highness, signing in

This boa, what's your motivation

His highness signing off, rip to those who missed me

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

The former, position of a pimp

It's his highness and the finest

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Am i behind this, i'm just like this sinister highness

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

The fire was that obscene, my highness was out of luck.

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

His highness thrives refined like viruses