This is a song about "Queens of the stoneage"

The replacement of the word "mother"

And i just want to hold her

Wanna be where #randyrhino is at, kings and queens

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

There's kings and queens to these rumors, who just think you're a pawn

But every time i smoke, well, a nigga mind gone

Hardcore raw metaphors are strong as the queens' jaws,

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

A sight of her face can calm my rage even if the world's weight was hurled/

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Your girlfriend want to follow

Return of the king of flow

Soho, so there's some milling queens,

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

We've seen a half a milli dashin out there on the queens half

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass