This is a song about "Kings rule"

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

Are you comingto the point that your running

Ain't no other kings in this rap thing

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

And remember my rule

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Try to stack that cheese as i tragically cap bad kings

You tryna be a bully like ja rule

I told myself that i would play it cool

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

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Crooklyn find me up in kings plaza