This is a song about "Mrs foster"

That's what they'll say

A foster mum while they

My foster father says devan, wake up for school

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

Truth be told, i'm only seventeen years old, my heart is bold, i keep tryin to stay gold,

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

Escapin foster care.

Park my plane right there

Secret missives to the mrs

See these bitches can't cut in yo business

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

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

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./