This is a song about "Mrs patton"

Lyrically ma talent makes you wanna poke your prostate admire n masturbate

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

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

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

My ysl lenses, my infrared sixes

Secret missives to the mrs

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

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city