This is a song about "Kings of tonight"

My direction good, well-rounded type

Can i hit you up tonight

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

Snap a pic of my dick on your chest tonight

There's no dancing for you tonight.

And you're, approaching me right

Ballin like some young kings

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

I don't want to think of it tonight.

In this life you dead wrong or ain't living right

Bunch of so sayers, when they go to sleep tonight, well i just hope they said their prayers

What you bust still sucks, an obituary's sanctuary don't make sense

The champ is here tonight

It's alright, if it's right

It's nothing to deny for having such a mind, i'll be having y'all in mind

The damage i'm doing tonight is like the product of all the shit i've sliced