This is a song about "Your my prince"

Like i wasn't going for like mix-tape of the year

With prince ali busting rhymes while you cower in fear

Beach on the weekend

Put your head on my chest

For 9 years in spain had the time share

Og like the prince of bel air,

My beating heart telling me your my remedy

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

King's being beheaded by the prince with instances of sentences

She say the "royal penis is clean", i'm prince akeem and she is my queen

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

Need i say more out in singapore

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

And your readin my bars

Watching for hollow-tip shots