This is a song about "Kings cross"

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Stop sign eyes, cross-hairs on a sight/

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Who wish to break this dynasty of kings

Remember when we all went to kings dominion

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

So don't cross 'cause it'll cost

So rest your weary heart

Is spittin to a gathering lookin like a criss cross

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

I'm out here tryna live life like kings

And i don't gotta talk about my feelings

Crooklyn find me up in kings plaza

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

Smoking 100 dollar worth of strong

Days of kings, they been gone