This is a song about "Mrs officer"

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

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

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

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

Secret missives to the mrs

A.d. 2, on the way, let's do this

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

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

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

Just cause i don't get votes don't mean i didn't kill everybody i faced,go practice first

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

I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay

Good evening officer i hope you're doin' okay

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

Ok i see officer please let me explain