This is a song about "Mrs lees"

The things they say went a little too far

Wearin’ my lees, i’ma bend the ply bar

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

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

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

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

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

Secret missives to the mrs

I don't fiend for beef: i eat bitches

But in the meantime it's lights please

The world needs less stans and more stan lee's