This is a song about "Mrs bolt"

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Bolt up my door lock, been hearing money talks

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Maybe you should bolt the windows and check under the stairs

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

Struck you with a bolt of lightning and then bolted/

Mind your motherfucking business

Secret missives to the mrs

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

I bet homies went on google to search the reference i previously made/

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

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

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

Are you getting it yet, i'll use a screw and bolt you in.

Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action