This is a song about "My queen of harts"

I just know what you mean

Maybe im the fucking queen

That bitch she's my queen her pussies my cuisine

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

My lyrics are strong as a queen, your lyrics are strong as a pawn

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone

Worn by a queen or a faggot

Please get hip to that new d.c. shit

Bow down to ruler, bow down to your queen

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

Queen b would have you servin tea/

Trying to catch me riding dirty

My close brother will sting you worst than a queen bee

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

She said i'm ready to fuck

She was the queen of the club