This is a song about "Kings"

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

Try to stack that cheese as i tragically cap bad kings

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

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

But nowadays queens tryna be kings,by any means

Bad bitches onlygot a sign on my dick

Kings bow down when i grab the mic

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

You couldn't even name three kings at the top of ya brain,

Crooklyn find me up in kings plaza

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

So let me name a couple kings to get ya mind straight,

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade