This is a song about "Queens park rangers"

Missed my cousins party, held at the park.

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

Three large carts full of tards crammed into an amusement park,

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

Soho, so there's some milling queens,

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

Fuck, meet me at the park.

I'm flying big, my rhymes are going out of the park

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back

Something all you kings and queens have started to lack

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Speaking queens i kind of what my own so when retreating

Wanna be where #randyrhino is at, kings and queens

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats