This is a song about "Mrs churchill"

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./

Secret missives to the mrs

In the caravan with some latin bitches

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

I keep the crowd nodding like churchill dogs,

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

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

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

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches