This is a song about "The lich kings"

Niggas say goddamnniggas is funny as hell

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

And i don't gotta talk about my feelings

That's where we claim the crown and say we kings

Kings covered in potassium it clings

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Hating my macking, they asking

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

Ain't no other kings in this rap thing

And getting money is the song i sing

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

Or let the mob handle that

This is the kings buffet, i'm serving all you whores stick to ya day job mopping floors

With no remorseyou get blasted full forcea nike endorsement doin' shootings on a horse