This is a song about "Queen of pop"

Maybe im the fucking queen

I got a dollar and a dream

Queen b would have you servin tea/

It's a battlejust for tha big money

Bow down to ruler, bow down to your queen

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Of propaganda so i ready myself to pop this grammar,

Da real queen spellin b

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

Destined to win, get respect where i live

But i think im queen elizabeth

Innocuous most of the time unless you slobs wanna pop some shit

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Marry a model and pop an awful lot of bottles,