This is a song about "I am a queen"

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

I am transforming, into a rap spirit,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Am i crazy? or am i just being a baby,

And my girls yeah she a queen

Show ‘em how much they really mean

Momma said i am a hell

And bad bitches give me head and tell

A parakeet resembles just how high i am

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

I am a fucking wacko

Got it matching though

More like a drag-queen, you know what i mean? your as ugly as a nose bleed/

My heart beatsechoes into the cold streetswhere nightmares and darkness begin to meet