This is a song about "Kings cross station"

Kings covered in potassium it clings

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Experimentation with inflation, float away in space and place a space station,

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Got me rushed to the station

But im a well of inspiration

Every other week im in the station

Waiting for the perfect time for conversation

You just gotta be strong

Days of kings, they been gone

Cutting me this worthless check

Got that cross on my forehead,

So change up the station

I am my inspiration