This is a song about "Mrs johnson"

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

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

Secret missives to the mrs

Stackin my chicken, braggin to the bitches

My god isnt dwayne johnson

We have nothing in common

As your family dies, and my family rise

And i’m still alive, magic johnson arise

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

To the god you praise, i'm about detonate, satisfy and educate

Fucking the game up, working magic with this johnson

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

Magic johnson money but i ain't got no rims

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free