This is a song about "The lich kings"

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

Crooklyn find me up in kings plaza

Lucky seven probably poppa

Can't bear the sight of kings on my chest, it's not too swell

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

Can't bear the sight of kings on my chest, it's not too swell

Only getting high cuz we closer to hell

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

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

Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Rap satanist thinking that they are kings,

Lobster over salmon and i ain't ever tried to tuna you

He'll demolish the #kings here like a military coup--