This is a song about "Queen rap"

Tell a bitch lean

I was king you were queen

Oh-kay, here's the situation

I just gets it in first lady queen pin

D.c. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine

I just tried and tried to make you my queen

I know you're mad, but so what

She was the queen of the club

Bow down to ruler, bow down to your queen

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

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

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Then keep your change like an oink machine

Maybe im the fucking queen

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

My close brother will sting you worst than a queen bee