This is a song about "Kings of tonight"

While scheming on hits

Ballin like some young kings

If doing it is wrong, i don’t wanna be right

Snap a pic of my dick on your chest tonight

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

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

There's no dancing for you tonight.

Yo, fuck 2dopeboyz and fuck nah right

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

These guys are kings of the sea on my map, bee's rise begins the battle royal rap

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

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

To take all those wrongs and make them right

Can i hit you up tonight

I don't want to think of it tonight.

So the homie wale can leave the hook right