This is a song about "Kings"

Something all you kings and queens have started to lack

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

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

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

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

There the kings so they think its over though

You get your girl for something tight tomorrow

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

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

Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings