This is a song about "Tsar"

Bow down to ruler, bow down to your queen

Came collected me from school in a cab went and seen

With a soldier's ruger or explosive luger like an old bazooka,

I'm still a ruler, i eat it if it doesn't smell like tuna

But i guess not, he a despot, if he real then he dropped me a guest spot

I am scrolling through these sites like its my motherfucking job,