This is a song about "Mrs sobel"

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

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

That shoebox shit, over with

Secret missives to the mrs

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

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

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

If we thinking success is only measured by your money