This is a song about "Mrs beale"

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

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

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Lyrically ma talent makes you wanna poke your prostate admire n masturbate

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

As my record label nitpicks at this

Secret missives to the mrs