This is a song about "Kings"

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Try to stack that cheese as i tragically cap bad kings

Something all you kings and queens have started to lack

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

But nowadays queens tryna be kings,by any means

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings

Crooklyn find me up in kings plaza

Lucky seven probably poppa

There the kings so they think its over though

And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow