This is a song about "Mrs foster"

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

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

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

Conjure your fears kill your parents become your foster

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

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./

Escapin foster care.

Says money in the air

My foster father says devan, wake up for school

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool