This is a song about "Kings death"

Hating my macking, they asking

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

I'm out here tryna live life like kings

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Yes sir, please confess

All i want now, is death

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Who wish to break this dynasty of kings

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

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

Grow older, closer to death.

I just play my part make moves like chess

I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

Quickly kneel down to strictly kings of shit, the grim logic