This is a song about "Kings island"

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

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

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Going to nyc from long island

Ain't no other kings in this rap thing

Niggas dying like its nothing

Rap satanist thinking that they are kings,

Yeah, glitterati, big bodies and tall swings

Ballin like some young kings

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Try to stack that cheese as i tragically cap bad kings