This is a song about "Richard the lionheart"

From the gutter to the roof

But elon don't got no proof

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Its cold as shit in this booth

Saw the bombs on the news

The bigger the the fun

Top ranked, number one my son

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Huh, a metaphor of course

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

As the king upon the throne

So i guess you think you grown