This is a song about "Mrs officer"

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

You gotta posse where's the army, no officer i have no more drugs that's

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

Cuz i got in the bag / tell the officer that i'm not to blame

My nigga was on his hustle i introduced him my name

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

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

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

Good evening officer i hope you're doin' okay

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

Ok i see officer please let me explain

Before i get to t.i.a. i'm sure to make her rain

Uppity bitches, handling business

Secret missives to the mrs