This is a song about "Queen i got haters"

Show ‘em how much they really mean

I was king you were queen

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

At 16 years old,i`m bettter than these haters

These haters hope i hurry up and die

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

I'm pissing off haters with my raps like i got a bad bladder

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

But more importantly taught me to pray

And fucking, haters got something to say

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Like i told god ill never give up on my haters/

I got masterplans for haters toss em in the fryin pan

Odd future, there wolves bang where a couple bears hang

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

Wish i could make ma(bro) ma father a king, and my mother a queen