This is a song about "Tattoo queen"

You're a drag queen with european genes

And she throws up whatever she eats

Wit a fuck you tattoo no food and a face so pale

Got a whole lotta bmi checks in the mail

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

My close brother will sting you worst than a queen bee

Im the queen of new orleans

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

You down because ima be there to pick you up when you fall your my queen

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

She was the queen of the club

Course not, i'm big like horse nut