Way before Black Panther, I’m sure my ancestors rode in chariots.
They must have pulled up to a house in the desert looking for a fly woman to marry with.
Saying come ride with me, and we could build an empire.
She must have looked at him crazy, but she saw something in him to admire.
So she hopped in, and I bet my ancestor said I only have the best of everything.
These other men walk to your home, but they don’t work for the king.
She must have looked down, and squealed, Are those wheels?!
Then my ancestor nodded and said, I have a driver too, its no big deal.
So they rode off to my ancestor’s place, to create an empire for themselves.
Throughout time, they amassed both prestige and wealth.
I’ll continue my ancestor's  legacy, I just need to bring my charioted car to win her hand.
But I don’t want to work for an ancient pharaoh, I want to be king of this land.