This is a song about "U need to respect the queen"

Cursed you so many times the blessings hid in fear, your the modern eve with the apple

U need to spend your rest of life in the bedlam cause you're mentally disable

They like talking, its like gossip

She was the queen of the club

Dirty or clean, journey on through, lets visit the queen,

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

Small talent, u need a microscopic lens to see

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Man this life is but a dream

I'm hatsheput, the king, the queen,

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Of respect you have for me to be the side bitch

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

Well i guess i need to teach u some