This is a song about "Kings island"

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Kings covered in potassium it clings

Hold it..now thank you for silence

I'm out here tryna live life like kings

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Rap satanist thinking that they are kings,

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

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

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