This is a song about "Mrs officer"

Secret missives to the mrs

And i be talking about me, i do this

You are always there when i slip up i just don't care never really learned

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

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

Good evening officer i hope you're doin' okay

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 a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

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

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Ok i see officer please let me explain

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

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

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