This is a song about "Bangin ms"

Ms. funs-a-lot with a smile for the critics

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

Bangin' on the system like that good shit in yo playlist,

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

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

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

While i'm bangin my head on this door, i wind up with 4 more,

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

The facts that are surging is down on ms. perfect

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Ms body burned onto the sun deck,

My god come before this bread