This is a song about "Sixty second kings"

I'm out here tryna live life like kings

Hold it..now thank you for silence

The ink spilling at 2 words per second

Enforce, i'm elegant and

Get on a song

Days of kings, they been gone

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Findin myself thinkin of you every second

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

Lucky seven probably poppa

Crooklyn find me up in kings plaza

Then negative six hundred and sixty six below

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though