This is a song about "Haters queen problem child"

I hit your block and we can box for fun

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

Da real queen spellin b

Dc, man over money

Show ‘em how much they really mean

I was king you were queen

That little selfless child

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

Baby, you don’t have to try to read my mind

I guess now you know what i went through as a child

I got a lot on my mind

And i'm still considered a child

They bringing me fish and chips

Im the queen of new orleans

She was the queen of the club

I love you though i'll still fuck