This is a song about "We the kings"

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

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

By the water, au revoir to my audience

The battle ain't over till the black man sings

I'm out here tryna live life like kings

O let's do it get-get your bitches schooled quick

Kings bow down when i grab the mic

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

This is the underground, team rap pad we're the kings we've all been crowned,

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

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

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

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

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