This is a song about "Kings"

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

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

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

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

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

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings

They say he the key to my blessings

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

Remember when we all went to kings dominion

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Ballin like some young kings

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Got 35 up on that last kings tee