This is a song about "Queen of raps"

I just tell cj keep on rollin’ that's my shorty

Im the untold story of how one raps for glory

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Raps richer than merchants,but i throw lines of emergence.

Then keep your change like an oink machine

My raps bleed speed nigga need to let of steam

She was the queen of the club

Say you don’t do what

An ability conversion of rhymes and raps

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

My raps are elegant,excellent,i contain all of the elements

Ha, i'm super freaky, no top on the ghini, no flaw in my diamonds

I told y'all i'm the queen

I see a young teen

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

Watch my back, cuz' i know these rapper jealous of my raps/