This is a song about "Kings of france"

Get in the right state of mind rissa is like two kings aligned huffing lines

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

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

3m's on my new balance

Ballin like some young kings

Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings

Before i lay down, i thank god for the blessings

Lucky seven probably poppa

Crooklyn find me up in kings plaza

Ain't no other kings in this rap thing

Ten more depending on where wale going

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Excuse my french but i’m in france, i’m just sayin'

Can't bear the sight of kings on my chest, it's not too swell

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well