This is a song about "Queen diss"

Spit a poem or a diss

Cuz ignorance is bliss

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

You're a drag queen with european genes

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Because this record is only to diss

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

My close brother will sting you worst than a queen bee

As: i know just what you mean

Maybe im the fucking queen

You down because ima be there to pick you up when you fall your my queen

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Bitches pursue me like a dream

I was king you were queen

Smoke ? you know it taste good

Worn by a queen or a faggot