This is a song about "Mrs officer"

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

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

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

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

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

Good evening officer i hope you're doin' okay

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say

So superb but how am i eating your bars if this rap is getting you served

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

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

Secret missives to the mrs

A fun chick its nothin to break funds with

Should have never let me free/ filled with hate / evil doings on my plate./

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