This is a song about "Kings rule"

I'm through dissin ja rule

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

I'm out here tryna live life like kings

Kings covered in potassium it clings

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Rap satanist thinking that they are kings,

See cash rule everything

Don't want to be the king

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Contrary to the rule of the wise generals