This is a song about "Haters queen problem child"

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

I love bad boys that's my fucking problem

Then keep your change like an oink machine

And my girls yeah she a queen

I bake the cake but you can't get a crumb

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

That little selfless child

Now walk to it with your land mind

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

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

I told y'all i'm the queen

Bitches pursue me like a dream

She was the queen of the club

Well, um, there's a but

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

Trinidad james, 2chainz, drake and this problem