This is a song about "Haters queen problem child"

I love bad boys that's my fucking problem

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

And no bitch you're not with child,

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

She was the queen of the club

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

I'm hatsheput, the king, the queen,

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

I love bad boys that's my fucking problem

She’s a star if i ever seen one

Im the queen of new orleans

They bringing me fish and chips

And i'm still considered a child

The glare makes me hard to find

But if you got a fucking problem

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun