This is a song about "Mrs foster"

It's the rap monger, rap monster earl sweat attack, conquer

Conjure your fears kill your parents become your foster

Escapin foster care.

Like they not gon' stare

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

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

All i know is i'm a problem child turned foster child

Wielding a potato at that the end of the rainbow with a pot o' gold

Imaginary friends at a foster home and leave u with the blues. u prolly don't

Out in la im fakin' hitting switches

Secret missives to the mrs