This is a song about "Cuba rumba queen"

Looking at your money

Queen b would have you servin tea/

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

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

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

You are not a king or queen your real shit

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

My close brother will sting you worst than a queen bee

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

That bitch she's my queen her pussies my cuisine

Da real queen spellin b

Dc, man over money

I probably go less miles, stay in a small circle

Your a queen so you know ile always treat you royal,

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

Stackin' these rhapsodies that even queen couldn't mack with ease