This is a song about "Real queens"

Something all you kings and queens have started to lack

And there's no way i can pay you back

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

And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

Hardcore raw metaphors are strong as the queens' jaws,

I'm one with madness, take the queens head capture the palace.

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

You, you, you have to pay for that

Real niggas get real shit

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

Queens comin thru to takeover ya team back from the deceased

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Speaking queens i kind of what my own so when retreating

Tryin' do right by you got me here

Ghost in the hook so real