This is a song about "Queen of pain"

You a contender for what drag queen of the week

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

It's like i'm running 'round wounded, so tired of pain

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

Im the queen of new orleans

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

I'm talking about lain that insane in the brain piece of pain

Except she's got a little more ass

I know the pain of failure lasts

Sleepin' on the floor of a tent in bitter pain.

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

Your only chance to change is the hidden path of pain.

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

Get the heat ready then i give them that flame

And thought that one day, he'd get rid of the pain.