This is a song about "Mrs johnson"

Im quiet but dont make no mistakes, fuck with me, ill stick you with this blade.

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

Magic johnson money but i ain't got no rims

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Picture me lettin this chump survive

And i’m still alive, magic johnson arise

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

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

Fucking the game up, working magic with this johnson

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

My god isnt dwayne johnson

I pop one, you pop one

Don't be afraid, it's just a kiss

Secret missives to the mrs

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

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