This is a song about "Pretty queen"

Chillin' with homies and family

Queen b would have you servin tea/

This rap was pretty shit,

I know what you do with that

Cause i got the burner in the hand

But pretty soon they'll understand

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

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

She likes the way it hits her lips

Im the queen of new orleans

You cover your pretty mouth

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

I ain't interested in fame

I'm the queen of this game

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

That bitch she's my queen her pussies my cuisine