This is a song about "Panthers are buns"

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

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

Young money, d-town's all star

Blessed to be who they are

Others are cocksuckers, and the rest are blind/

Go on, look for a better nigga: girl you can’t find

Just because of who we are,

I guzzle up at the bar

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

Your rhymes are nuclear but mine are demonic

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Are your hands still shaking? are those aids?

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

Are you stupid or are you polluted?