This is a song about "Wifey queen crown lipsticm"

Selling cane, getting brain, at the same damn time

I beat up ya wifey, find me drumming on her spine.

G'd up, shake it down

I don't want no fucking crown

Smack down and i got the crown

Ima slow it down, down, down

As soon as i touch down

As rap's king, i wear the crown

Headshots at the throne, blood stains the crown

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

I'm hatsheput, the king, the queen,

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

I got my crown for this

Proves that ignorance is bliss

She was the queen of the club

A twenty somethin cup