This is a song about "Bangin ms"

Ms body burned onto the sun deck,

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

Than anything ms. teacher said in my math class

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

The facts that are surging is down on ms. perfect

Bangin' my face on my desk like i'm takin' a test and i'm blankin' on basically every question

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

On the streets all apeshit..bangin chest to chest

Gang-bangin', thang hangin', introduced crack so they bang bang,

After i spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

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