This is a song about "Last kings"

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

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

Crooklyn find me up in kings plaza

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings

And i don't gotta talk about my feelings

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

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

Had i not been exposed to these things

I'm out here tryna live life like kings

Remember when we all went to kings dominion

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

Rap satanist thinking that they are kings,

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

For the next one to call me up talking that shit

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