This is a song about "Queen of storms"

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

Queen b would have you servin tea/

You a contender for what drag queen of the week

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

Im the queen of new orleans

Big stacks, no lego bricks

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

I rain sleet when i stomp storms to the beat,

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

She say the "royal penis is clean", i'm prince akeem and she is my queen

Harder to escape the jail cells and bills

But i think im queen elizabeth

The cock-sucking queen has been dethroned, this is the end of your reign/

But lemme tell you that them heels really complement your frame

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing