This is a song about "Mrs officer"

I done lost too many homies to this motherfuckin' game

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

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day

Good evening officer i hope you're doin' okay

That shit look like it’s raks fifth

Secret missives to the mrs

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

Ok i see officer please let me explain

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

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

I know they mad i’m on, but that's too bad cause err shit, i'm here to stay i brought my bags

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

Killing every officer as if its fate/ they took my dad away/ now this world

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first

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

I bet homies went on google to search the reference i previously made/