This is a song about "Mrs beale"

Im quiet but dont make no mistakes, fuck with me, ill stick you with this blade.

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

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

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

That shoebox shit, over with

Secret missives to the mrs

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

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly