This is a song about "Mrs grimes"

Lyrically ma talent makes you wanna poke your prostate admire n masturbate

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

Secret missives to the mrs

And i don't rely on no bitches

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

I'm the walking dead, hoping that rick grimes lies ahead

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

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

But real freaky in tha darkplus i got some enemies, baby

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