This is a song about "Kings school canterbury"

Crooklyn find me up in kings plaza

Coroners comfort your mama

That's where we claim the crown and say we kings

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

That's the sound of my tool

See i learned it in school

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Kings covered in potassium it clings

Don't gotta wait long

Days of kings, they been gone

That cred represents and i kill kings like double motherfuckin' dead presidents,

Since i ain't in many penitentiaries the best revenge is fuck friends

Hey you, what the fuck you think you doing

Ain't no other kings in this rap thing

If he didn't have the price i'm asking

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing