This is a song about "Haters queen problem child"

What up girl, tell me how you been

If you gotta problem

All i know is i'm a problem child turned foster child

I'm the trill og and i be out here on the grind

Money back on my mind

And i'm still considered a child

Hard to move on when you always regret one

But if you got a fucking problem

And no bitch you're not with child,

Fine young man with an old man mind

I'm the queen of this game

Ice melts into rain

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

I love bad boys that's my fucking problem

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

Dirty or clean, journey on through, lets visit the queen,