This is a song about "Mrs mills"

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

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

Secret missives to the mrs

Get my taste from all of my bitches

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Petrified planking and trending mills

My reservation is to make some mills

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Only thing he has is his music, pac in his ear telling him "they finna hate"

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

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

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