This is a song about "Kings"

I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children

Remember when we all went to kings dominion

Before i lay down, i thank god for the blessings

Rap satanist thinking that they are kings,

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

Ain't no other kings in this rap thing

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

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

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Wanna be where #randyrhino is at, kings and queens

That i kinda got a flow, like kings that came before

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

That cred represents and i kill kings like double motherfuckin' dead presidents,

Since i ain't in many penitentiaries the best revenge is fuck friends

Days of kings, they been gone

Where i went wrong