This is a song about "Gemma boyne"

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

I'm a new man with a new attitude

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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

He can be sneaky like an assassain or walk in to holiday inn

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

Swear i'm trying to get through

Your aura, royal blue,

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

You forgotten oak, you're blocked from hope or caught emotions

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

From ireland but i'll land, running

They waiting on me to give an a-okay, then the k gon' spray

We freestyle battle opponents and make em break like pots of clay

The royal brits used flight to try to keep the sky. us canadians used

Urban inner-city ghettoes, where you've never got a minute,