This is a song about "Sixty second kings"

Ain't no other kings in this rap thing

Acting like you real or something

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

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

Crooklyn find me up in kings plaza

Coroners comfort your mama

'til it's like a mile long

Days of kings, they been gone

It starts to go downhill by 9.8 meters per second per second

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

While i'm waving the pistol at sixty christians against me

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

Rap satanist thinking that they are kings,

Yeah, glitterati, big bodies and tall swings