This is a song about "Queen b"

Maybe im the fucking queen

Be the king, that was part of my dream

We all dream one day we kings and queens

You're a drag queen with european genes

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

Rap is music with real substance b

I don't need no props b/

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Let me rideuntil i get free

Queen b would have you servin tea/

I'm the beuaty queen b with gangster status that's banging

Tryna run up on me late nights with the lights flashing

I was king you were queen

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Bitch, they call it motor city

I dare you, come at me b