This is a song about "Bangin ms"

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Will i win or will lose, depression gang-bangin till i bruise

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

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

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

The facts that are surging is down on ms. perfect

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

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score

Effortless flow, a couple sum’n a show

I think i just heard ms cleo

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Im eating m&ms tonight cause i got a sweet tooth that bites

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

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

Yeah, and i don't dance i just two step

Ms body burned onto the sun deck,