This is a song about "Mrs weeks"

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

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

Rough weeks, and teenagers would kill for arousing prospects,

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

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

I haven't recorded in two weeks,

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

Your last weeks news, thought my emotions was true

And you got that bomb, huh, i'm tryna detonate you

I'll be dead in a few weeks

Now i'm living out my dreams

I bet homies went on google to search the reference i previously made/

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

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Life seemed empty for a couple weeks.