( Verse 1 )
Now let’s put a crackhead face on my bread
Many people wish but there is no bounty on my head
Print all the money with my face
Who cares anyway Elizabeth is dead
& I just hope the pope is next
Im controversial? You think?
Maybe I just want you to think?
Ain’t no blood, I just want you to link
Fuck a set, I just want you to dip
Blues dancing in my hands, think I want you to crip?
Im leading you on, I just want you to slip
I’ll make a porn, Bennet I want you to clip
All the fans be like «  I want you to hit »
My ex Still be like  ; « But I want you to sleep »
Bitch is finally dead, Still woulda wanted you to peep
No conspirations, I ain’t off fucking speed
Im selling more then I am rolling weed
You believе in god? I Hope you trolling me
For the wеak mass, no controlling me
I sold white to cops, I grew with cracks ain’t no comfort to me

( Verse 2 )
Queen Elizabeth is Dead, ya
Queen Elizabeth is Dead, Ah
My opps wish goddess was dead, HAHA
Im a millenial, what the fuck you thought?
I don’t care bout dinosaurs
I was a child with drugs
I don’t care bout love
I was a child With thots
I don’t care bout death
I was a child too numb
I betrayed em all
I was a child too dumb