This is a song about "Sixty second kings"

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

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

Ain't no other kings in this rap thing

They are not confident when im talking

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

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

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

And this will be the song that we sing

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

But the battle ain't over till the black man sings

To not have a fuckin three hundred and sixty inch dick

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi in this bougie ass chick

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Rap satanist thinking that they are kings,