This is a song about "Queens thots"

I'm falling victim to a revolutionary song

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

Tell these thots to go blow the frank

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

Hardcore raw metaphors are strong as the queens' jaws,

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

So that we can be queens cleans out the doubt so they could shout all about

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

But was tapping many queens and stacking plentya cream like (whoa)

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Speaking queens i kind of what my own so when retreating

Queens comin thru to takeover ya team back from the deceased

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep