This is a song about "Kings fall raid"

Rap satanist thinking that they are kings,

So i guess that's where i hide my things

I've got nothin' to worry about

Fuck a pest, we ain't in raid drought

Lucky seven probably poppa

Crooklyn find me up in kings plaza

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

Kings bow down when i grab the mic

Keep the bitches on my dick

At the pawn shop, tryna sell this baume watch

Neighbors start to raid with pickets, all ordered large

Who wish to break this dynasty of kings

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

December 4th a star was born

Days of kings, they been gone