This is a song about "Love you to the end of dynasty"

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

The pitter-patter of young feet enough to end the chatter

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

Give them something to live for instead of the week end,

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

Just to let you all know that in the end.

Don't predict the story before you get to the end

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

My name trouble i'm a blessing to rap

It ain't hard to make money

Throwing up the dynasty

Who wish to break this dynasty of kings

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits