This is a song about "Brads grafting lydia"

So the ability to hit the loins of the media see admittedly

Every nigga in this whip gotta motherfucking college degree

You down because ima be there to pick you up when you fall your my queen

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

Maybe im the fucking queen

For thinking you clean

My close brother will sting you worst than a queen bee

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

The media said they've handled bullying with "effectiveness"

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

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Shit on the media, make the mainstream precarious

I travel through your mind into your spine like siren drills

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits