This is a song about "You aqueen"

He'd fucked you up, pawn you, murk you, lyrically leavin' you diagnosed//

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

You act like you go hard

No gimmick: real time, real heart

You know that i love you

The boa know they loving the crew

I'm in my other car

Who do you think you are

Nobody cares about you except you

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

Baby you know i love you

And word i blew off herb i grew

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

Like you understand what you say

Niggas that guided me through

No thank you, just fuck you,