This is a song about "Wolves kings"

Throwing faggots to the wolves y'all niggas is some cannon fodder

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Wanna be where #randyrhino is at, kings and queens

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

Get off a key like i can’t sing

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

I was the sheep and them the wolves.

And i don't gotta talk about my feelings

Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings

Thank kenny burns, though we not talking

Ain't no other kings in this rap thing

Since i ain't in many penitentiaries the best revenge is fuck friends

That cred represents and i kill kings like double motherfuckin' dead presidents,

Her phone in the bag, she dancing

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing