This is a song about "Haters queen problem child"

I'm hatsheput, the king, the queen,

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

I was king you were queen

I got a dollar and a dream

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

Da real queen spellin b

She was the queen of the club

That shit was wack as fuck

But that’s just life, where i’m from

Homicide on 'em, blaow! what's the problem?

"huston we have a problem... it's not going to solve it's self, it's a big problem,

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

If i had a life jacket cause i'm not that dumb

I love bad boys that's my fucking problem

I love bad boys that's my fucking problem

I told him get his 9 and run