This is a song about "Steez kings"

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

Quickly kneel down to strictly kings of shit, the grim logic

Kings covered in potassium it clings

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Crooklyn find me up in kings plaza

My all gold rolly or the

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Who wish to break this dynasty of kings

That cred represents and i kill kings like double motherfuckin' dead presidents,

Since i ain't in many penitentiaries the best revenge is fuck friends

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Try to stack that cheese as i tragically cap bad kings

That i kinda got a flow, like kings that came before

Knowing i can go wherever and get 8 more