This is a song about "The kings of the night"

Rerunning through the events of this fine night

A lil' closer let me see you in the spot light

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines

Get in the right state of mind rissa is like two kings aligned huffing lines

I can smell it when i go outside

Stay up at night catch a sight of the bright light

I'm left contemplating life in the middle of the night.

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

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

And what you wive me let me know that we'll be alright

The art of peer pressure manifests itself in me all night

Like night of the living dead

If your man want to bet

You couldn't even name three kings at the top of ya brain,

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane