This is a song about "Rap queen on the que"

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

Better begin, again with the meddling, turn the tap on the rap/

Maybe im the fucking queen

Show ‘em how much they really mean

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

I'm the queen of this game

I’m crimson color painted

Rap game on hold all for the kid

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

Eat the shit rap feeds me then regurgitate it on you critics,

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

Emotions from me to you soon rap will be true, just wait til i give the que,

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

I'm the beuaty queen b with gangster status that's banging

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Watch as the queen waves so happily, as i casually