This is a song about "Diva"

Im the queen of new orleans

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green

Bow down to ruler, bow down to your queen

Remember meeting you in those italian heels and that designer dress

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

Ha, there gonna be haters saying im not a rapper but a little singer

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

Don't care about cool fashion/i'm a loose cannon

Your situation becomes rocky, you drag a pal low

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters

Guns everywhere, like the car came with hammers

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats