This is a song about "Hustle kings"

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

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

Try to stack that cheese as i tragically cap bad kings

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

I love the way you're standing

Ain't no other kings in this rap thing

Aren't you somethin', an original

That’s, broken but someone just lacks the hustle,

I'm out here tryna live life like kings

Yeah, glitterati, big bodies and tall swings

December 4th a star was born

Days of kings, they been gone

Ballin like some young kings

When you spill out hits

Kings covered in potassium it clings

And god blessed me with a lot of patience