This is a song about "The royal equerry"

The royal brits used flight to try to keep the sky. us canadians used

I ain't no politician but i'll kick it with em a minute

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

I’m tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Like a passenger on 9/11, please go find a reverend

She say the "royal penis is clean", i'm prince akeem and she is my queen

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

You committed treason suck this royal dick!

There's a million names for your kind of chronic

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

We self-made but never is an i on the team

Royal corruption, spitting like a volcanic eruption

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win