This is a song about "Latin queens"

Latin assassin bustin off like a forty-four fuckin magnum

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Soho, so there's some milling queens,

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

Not only eating but i'm living good like kings and queens is

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

Hardcore raw metaphors are strong as the queens' jaws,

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

But nowadays queens tryna be kings,by any means

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

No sun's let in to shine till, latin i bet then you'll be reckoned inclined to

We've seen a half a milli dashin out there on the queens half

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Quis es, unus servi? latin, sound like i'm from camelot

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop