This is a song about "Stockholm"

Some say i'm an apostle, for my wisdom is unmatched in the kingdom makes me the one who's fearsome

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

An orphan my pops left me, and often, my momma wasn't home

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

Got my moms and pops always throwing a fit

All black everthing on some jigga shit

Feeling, of appealing

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Its soo-woo season and shawty dick teasin' now for that reason

No one in comparison, i got a hun in paris son.

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

Worked just as hard as pops and i never forgot

In your butt it slips 'n' pops.

Fucking each others moms

I swear it's like this liquor is improving a lot of women

I just wanna escape the frown of the nation, create my own kingdom