This is a song about "Queen and duchess of feels"

Buried em in the mulch and mildew and he will do what he feels

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

Im the queen of new orleans

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Come straight and quit please, do us all a favor, drama queen

God gave me these commandments, the world is scandalous

I worry bout my cousins while hanging with a duchess

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine

Feels like everything i do is just a waste of time

Feels like my hearts been ripped out of my chest and flushed down the

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

And it feels like i gotta choose