This is a song about "Your highness"

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Why you called his highness?

Together all the timethought it was true love

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

This his highness signing off, love circling absurdities

I'm fittin' shit, your hatin' it, your littleness, your genitals.

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

His highness, signing in

We gone keep going

Lucky seven probably poppa

Leave your running to your mamma,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Declined and ignored i implore you bow to your highness

That my tigress loves his highness

Trying to get back to this thing called love