This is a song about "Marry queen"

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

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

Queen b would have you servin tea/

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Im the queen of new orleans

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

And my girls yeah she a queen

Worn by a queen or a faggot

I put the nigga in his casket

Maybe im the fucking queen

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

Screaming for me like "marry me bitch" like honey i'm sweet

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

My mothers family had a plan/ marry this black man/ work your

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for