Today's all about you, Queen, Sarah's rollin' in her G ride. Pig stank on her Ass, Hawk high in the sky on patrol. Tank on full, doing a buck eighty on swoll. She relaxed, nobody catching her in her Dirty Max. Creepin' in scrap yards, building gypsy camps, Doing whatever she can do, down for whatever. As long as she's got her dog and her woman, Her baby and her boo, another year older. Another year wiser, looking better than ever. Jealous chic despise her, a gangster queen. Don't care what...