This is a song about "Queens of the stoneage"

Everything ain't what it seems

Soho, so there's some milling queens,

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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

Something all you kings and queens have started to lack

David hit the pavement with this grapple rap

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone

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

Adabo to my haters

Shaved of the face of the earth

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

But nowadays queens tryna be kings,by any means

A nigga pull the thing on ya'll, ya'll stain ya'll draws

Hardcore raw metaphors are strong as the queens' jaws,