This is a song about "Mrs johnson"

And i’m still alive, magic johnson arise

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Magic johnson money but i ain't got no rims

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

Fucking the game up, working magic with this johnson

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some

My god isnt dwayne johnson

It ain't where i been

Professing they found one ready as this

Secret missives to the mrs

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

Just do it tonight before it's too late, ignore the whole world but don't hate

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

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly