This is a song about "Trap queen in diguise"

I'm the head coach of the team

I'm hatsheput, the king, the queen,

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

*bleep* a creep in diguise cussin to the gods up high,

Im tired of hearing guns clap in the trap,

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

The jager in my cup is licorice black

I'll make sure that you don't win like a mouse in a trap,

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

Ever since the mean queen arrived in the canteen

Bow down to ruler, bow down to your queen

Show ‘em how much they really mean