This is a song about "Mrs officer"

Good evening officer i hope you're doin' okay

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

And i don't rely on no bitches

Secret missives to the mrs

When you've made so many mistakes in life and you just want a clean slate!

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

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

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

Ok i see officer please let me explain

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

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

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

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

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

But after hearing mathematics he was water for my quenching thirst