This is a song about "Queen slug for a butt"

Queen wit a crown that be down for whatever

If its not couture, i will not go to her

They giving niggas letters here and they ain't sending mail

Fuck you up the butt with such a force that it broke the richter scale,

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Old school in my blood like a thug with a slug draped in mud drugs ina mug,

A lonely king, no queen to occupy his throne

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

She butt-naked swimming, i'm paying for no attention

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

You a contender for what drag queen of the week

So she finally gets the courage to tell him on his arrival

Put that pussy on a petiole and her butt on trial,