This is a song about "Rich kings"

When you spill out hits

Ballin like some young kings

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

And getting money is the song i sing

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Kings covered in potassium it clings

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

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Nothins stopping me from being rich

Where the lips of your teen daughter sits, bitch

I'm out here tryna live life like kings

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings