This is a song about "Latin queens"

Something all you kings and queens have started to lack

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Hardcore raw metaphors are strong as the queens' jaws,

I love women, air max's and liquor stores

And when you're black or latin know they administer aids,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

I try to tell them i'm one of the

We in queens bypass astoria

Fuck-nigga-ass hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

Latin assassin bustin off like a forty-four fuckin magnum

There's kings and queens to these rumors, who just think you're a pawn

So now i say goodbye to the old me, it's already gone

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

So that we can be queens cleans out the doubt so they could shout all about

A team from out of queens with the american dream

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean