This is a song about "We the kings"

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

Yeah nigga!ay, but peep how my nigga syke do it to you

Your raps ain't got shit on half what the kings written

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

There the kings so they think its over though

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

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

These guys are kings of the sea on my map, bee's rise begins the battle royal rap

Cuz id be lyin and yall be fine chase bread with my dog muthafucka felines

Get in the right state of mind rissa is like two kings aligned huffing lines

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

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