This is a song about "Trap kings"

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Rap satanist thinking that they are kings,

Ballin like some young kings

These chalance give me balance

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

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

I will rise, i will get out of this trap/

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

Look, i know you not gay or nothing

Ain't no other kings in this rap thing

Try to stack that cheese as i tragically cap bad kings

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come

Quick trap a demon and dick slap satan!