This is a song about "Kings are bad"

Its getting crowded and i had a bad week, and kids are stepping on me,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

People love hodgy i hate you though

These hoes are bad and they know

You are a bad patient

She leave her hair in the sink

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Rap satanist thinking that they are kings,

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

Amazing that i bring you to tears. yeah i'm white but my bitches are bad,

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

These guys are kings of the sea on my map, bee's rise begins the battle royal rap

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Try to stack that cheese as i tragically cap bad kings