This is a song about "Kings lynn academy"

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Who wish to break this dynasty of kings

Crooklyn find me up in kings plaza

Got a killer flow from the llama

When you spill out hits

Ballin like some young kings

Try to stack that cheese as i tragically cap bad kings

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

But the battle ain't over till the black man sings

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

And start earning some cash to go back to the academy

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing