This is a song about "Kings of tonight"

I'm tired of being polite cause tonight this fire will ignite

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

Rap satanist thinking that they are kings,

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

You couldn't even name three kings at the top of ya brain,

Here i go again, falling in love again

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

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

There's no dancing for you tonight.

But i gotta make sure i’m right

I'm tired of being polite cause tonight this fire will ignite

Easy baby my thing tight, but that lotus flower just ain't right

Know you are the king of kings and lord of lords in the book revelations god

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

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