This is a song about "Mrs hirtsch"

Should have never let me free/ filled with hate / evil doings on my plate./

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

Thick girls, small frame, please watch ya tummy miss

Secret missives to the mrs

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

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

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