This is a song about "Kings of france"

Wanna be where #randyrhino is at, kings and queens

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

Ballin like some young kings

When you spill out hits

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

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

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

Catch me in the tour de france the way i cycle this flow

Ain't no other kings in this rap thing

This ain't easy, im thinking

The dead society of a poet

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

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

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

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience