This is a song about "Mrs lees"

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

The world needs less stans and more stan lee's

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

Secret missives to the mrs

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

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

The underdog of the underground has come far

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