This is a song about "Queen of storms"

Bitches is artificially duck

She was the queen of the club

I'm the queen of this game

My buzz is like cocaine

Wait for the rain and storms to clear oh dear fear

And i wonderwhere will i be next year

Dirty or clean, journey on through, lets visit the queen,

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

I bring dark thunder storms in the month of may

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

But hey yo look, money from across the street

I rain sleet when i stomp storms to the beat,

Come see real niggas on my team

Maybe im the fucking queen

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

You a contender for what drag queen of the week