This is a song about "Wolves kings"

Got 35 up on that last kings tee

My slight fo's just talk dirty

Ain't no other kings in this rap thing

Are you comingto the point that your running

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Crooklyn find me up in kings plaza

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

But nowadays queens tryna be kings,by any means

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

There the kings so they think its over though

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Kings covered in potassium it clings