This is a song about "The queen of england"

That shit was wack as fuck

She was the queen of the club

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

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

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Im the queen of new orleans

Bow down to ruler, bow down to your queen

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

She was the queen of the club

But i think im queen elizabeth

Take her back to where i live

I'm the king of england this shit too cold,

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

Queen b would have you servin tea/

Now i can draw your face up pretty