This is a song about "Queen of feels"

They just don't give a fuck

She was the queen of the club

Everybody know me like the contra code for extra men

I losin control of this pen, feels like shadys soul is possessing them

You a contender for what drag queen of the week

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

This way he has control of things he feels inside, his mother said how long have

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

Feels locked out his house, he's browsing the streets of south,

The queen of hearts said i'm the king of all aces

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

Bow down to ruler, bow down to your queen