This is a song about "Popes and kings"

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Guess the heat was too much, like the arse of the popes children choir

Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

So you know i be fly, am in da league of kings.

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Try to stack that cheese as i tragically cap bad kings

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

So if you wanna wild out and trade blows with kings like me,

Ain't no other kings in this rap thing

She say she love me more than anything

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Who wish to break this dynasty of kings