This is a song about "Trapp queen"

And lead tha whole team

I was king you were queen

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

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

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

She was the queen of the club

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Indo queen from that dirty south texas browntown menace

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

Its a trapp for you sucker with out a stick end, all i do is

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

I just gets it in first lady queen pin

Queen b would have you servin tea/

So high i’m on the ceiling baby