This is a song about "I treat her like queen"

You ain't never seen

I was king you were queen

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

I start over, and re-write my rappin urges, but they still treat it like a shit//

I get a pen and paper

And i think i like her

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

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

Life's a bitch but i treat her right, living ain't real enough,

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

And i think i like her

Wale, spitta, 9th wonder

I treat just like my dog so go ahead and get tamed

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

While syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men

But i treat hoes like credit collecters when they call i don't answer em