This is a song about "Kings cross station"

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings

And i wont stop rapping til' my names on every station

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Every other week im in the station

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Stand clear of the closing doors, as the train leaves the station

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

So ray j went straight to the radio station

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

So fat he has his own aviation station

Try to stack that cheese as i tragically cap bad kings

You're on the verge of squealingbitch made catching feelings

Recording in the bathroom at the gas station,

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win