This is a song about "Cosmic queens"

We in queens bypass astoria

Im no angel, my hoes like a sega

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

But was tapping many queens and stacking plentya cream like (whoa)

Yall bunch of rap queens female asshole

Open up your contacts then scroll

Yesterday i saw a b-girl crying; i walked up and asked what's wrong

There's kings and queens to these rumors, who just think you're a pawn

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Soho, so there's some milling queens,

Together all the timethought it was true love

I'm one with madness, take the queens head capture the palace.

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

But nowadays queens tryna be kings,by any means

Something all you kings and queens have started to lack

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track