This is a song about "Mrs adams"

Senor bout to catch me being late come on mrs roberts cant the attendance wait

Should have never let me free/ filled with hate / evil doings on my plate./

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

Secret missives to the mrs

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Used to watch him in the kitchen sipping sammy adams

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever

Im that fiend bloody stacy adams trigger finger diamond ring

You niggas is anything, my bitches get everything

They still think im delusional, sick and mrs sheesh cant heal me

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Ill tie yo little ass to the pool table and shoot the cube ball to yo adams apple

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

You got bitches? think you wishes cuz i'm seeing glitches of mrs