This is a song about "Kush queen"

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

My kush stimulates, yours is a depressant

Queen b would have you servin tea/

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

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

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

I told y'all i'm the queen

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Yeezy taught em well, now we smoking that kush

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

Maybe im the fucking queen

Rolling up blunts of the christmas kush

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

Bow down to ruler, bow down to your queen