This is a song about "I am a rap queen can t you tell"

Wifey like it one minute next minute she don't, man

I gesture when i rap you can call me a handyman,

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

Hoping i can succeed on rap n' not a regular job, i was begging you, god

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

I really want to know just so i can tell you,

I gotta tell you that my love is true

Iphone and ipad, air max, and my gat

It's van scoy, told you i can rap

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

Do i see a killer am i near the, depths of hell please don't tell

Cause i am a rap master mr. buster

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

As a kid, i can tell you how much i felt disrespect,