This is a song about "Kings cross"

Cross left cross right, now dribble down the paint

Don't take more than i can get to prevent waste

Is spittin to a gathering lookin like a criss cross

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

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

Where i went wrong

Days of kings, they been gone

I was born to do the damn thing

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Rap satanist thinking that they are kings,

Who wish to break this dynasty of kings

Nowadays usually it's his pockets