This is a song about "A pretty queen"

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

A lonely king, no queen to occupy his throne

Now on the surface you seem like a pretty good rapper,

And served it to the public on a silver platter

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

What a blooper, so ironic coz i lie pretty much every day

They is terrycloth with it, i'm italian leather

Queen wit a crown that be down for whatever

Pretty and i'm honest, in a pretty little ho's nest/

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

And spit it the way i do simp-a-ly because i like this song

My lyrics are strong as a queen, your lyrics are strong as a pawn

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

So i eye a thick pretty waist