This is a song about "Dairy queen"

I see a young teen

I told y'all i'm the queen

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

I just tried and tried to make you my queen

Worn by a queen or a faggot

You should be cautious, kid

Who likes to battle rap and thinks i fuck with dairy

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Da real queen spellin b

But little old me with the few facts that i speak

You a contender for what drag queen of the week

Come straight and quit please, do us all a favor, drama queen

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

Queen b would have you servin tea/