This is a song about "Popes and kings"

And look at the motherfucking popes, they virulent racists,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Rap satanist thinking that they are kings,

Smoking 100 dollar worth of strong

Days of kings, they been gone

There's kings and queens to these rumors, who just think you're a pawn

I'm falling victim to a revolutionary song

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

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

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Soon as the stooly sings

Ballin like some young kings

They are not confident when im talking

Ain't no other kings in this rap thing