This is a song about "Sixty second kings"

I'd explain and name like sixty fuckin rappers who're better

Just remember i said it, by the end of november

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Kings covered in potassium it clings

She said it really dont matter if its real though

Then negative six hundred and sixty six below

And my wish is to have everything

Ain't no other kings in this rap thing

I think it's more racist than ratings

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

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

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

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Rap satanist thinking that they are kings,