This is a song about "Elizabeth being a slag and goin out with everyone"

You test me and i'm goin' harder than a math exam,

Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan

And give everyone else a splinter

Cause your shine is somethin' like a mirror

Some day i'm going to be kick it with queen elizabeth being filthy rich.

Salute me, game: invented it, and you can't get no membership, little bitch

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

And expose a fool who by dissing everyone

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

Cause his girl was always goin' out and gettin' high

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

Everyone else freaks out, and starts running out the front

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different