This is a song about "Bangin ms"

You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass

Than anything ms. teacher said in my math class

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

Had i not been exposed to these things

Ms body burned onto the sun deck,

Give us this day, our daily bread

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Let the good times roll with my allies, bangin' out with italians, wise guys,

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

And smash whores, bangin' in the car like shaky bass

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

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

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