This is a song about "Fucking ms cullions"

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Like animals rutting, loving, lusting, fucking,

Ms body burned onto the sun deck,

Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

Than anything ms. teacher said in my math class

Just caking and fucking

Why not me the same thing

Shouldn't have to turn my words into objects just to make a figure of speech

Hitting the mary jane and fucking ms. stacy on the beach

Fucking painting picture

Even if you not a stripper

And blast you with his fucking

Bun b, i’m underground king

So i can understand police victims

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