This is a song about "Steez kings"

Got a killer flow from the llama

Crooklyn find me up in kings plaza

Hey you, what the fuck you think you doing

Ain't no other kings in this rap thing

Who wish to break this dynasty of kings

So i guess that's where i hide my things

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

Try to stack that cheese as i tragically cap bad kings

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

They vaguely decipher my language

Funny how my flyass steez make a kid bitch

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

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that