This is a song about "Strictly bmx culture kings"

Beside these culture vultures i'm a supermodel because i never topple

Im fadded bring me 3 more bottles tryna hit the room with this bad lil model

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

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

In the midst of a fire pit

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

And this will be the song that we sing

Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

Culture lost in a vortex of racial caricatures

Bass music was my culture, still is

Pass me the purp, i'mma smoke to this

Try to stack that cheese as i tragically cap bad kings

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