This is a song about "Popes and kings"

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

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

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

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

Tonight she gon' fuck with mei beated up that pussy

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

Yesterday i saw a b-girl crying; i walked up and asked what's wrong

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

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

Since i ain't in many penitentiaries the best revenge is fuck friends

That cred represents and i kill kings like double motherfuckin' dead presidents,

Who wish to break this dynasty of kings

And god blessed me with a lot of patience