This is a song about "Kings death"

Days of kings, they been gone

Tats out and my hair long

What you getting is death

I'm hoping i confess

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Ballin like some young kings

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

I'm out here tryna live life like kings

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

All i want now, is death

So hold back ya tears

And i don't gotta talk about my feelings

Kings covered in potassium it clings

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

So you know i be fly, am in da league of kings.