This is a song about "Kings fall raid"

That's where we claim the crown and say we kings

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

In the midst of a fire pit

Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Rap satanist thinking that they are kings,

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Ain't no other kings in this rap thing

And my wish is to have everything

Try to stack that cheese as i tragically cap bad kings

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Baby, let me give you a call

And sets you up to fall