This is a song about "Baby don t leave ms"

Than anything ms. teacher said in my math class

And i got that drive and she just might crash

Full of shit, like i ate that john

We in the mob im the don,

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

But go ahead and leave this baby on the corner all alone

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

I'll remix an em song and pop x like m and ms

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

She's known as ms. understood, but she stood

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

Twista finna get up on the track

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

That's word to my mom

Since i was killed by the don,