This is a song about "Royal maces"

Your a queen so you know ile always treat you royal,

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

But none should be royal gee just people overly spoiled bee,

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

These guys are kings of the sea on my map, bee's rise begins the battle royal rap

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Is this bitch royal i despise my own highness

She say the "royal penis is clean", i'm prince akeem and she is my queen

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Chomping at your oxygen chords

I'm rapping for royal records

You committed treason suck this royal dick!

O let's do it get-get your bitches schooled quick

The royal brits used flight to try to keep the sky. us canadians used

Urban inner-city ghettoes, where you've never got a minute,