This is a song about "Your highness"

Retrying my luck to see, my highness reluctantly

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Is this bitch royal i despise my own highness

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Conjure your fears kill your parents become your foster

Fuck your cronies it's his highness,

Here i go again, falling in love

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

The fire was that obscene, my highness was out of luck.

His highness thrives refined like viruses

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

His highness higher than you could ever be

But five years from now i bet she see