This is a song about "Rap kings"

Kings bow down when i grab the mic

I never crack i got that chap stick

These guys are kings of the sea on my map, bee's rise begins the battle royal rap

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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,

That i kinda got a flow, like kings that came before

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

Quickly kneel down to strictly kings of shit, the grim logic

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

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

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

This is the underground, team rap pad we're the kings we've all been crowned,

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

There the kings so they think its over though