This is a song about "Rich kings"

Crooklyn find me up in kings plaza

I can always depend on my mama

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

I live in england where them bitches rich,

And she stripping, go to college

To get rich and famous,

My nigga, its all love

Okay, i’m back off into this bitch

Go fuck fendi cassh and bugatti boy rich

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

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives