This is a song about "Mrs wilson"

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

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

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Secret missives to the mrs

A fun chick its nothin to break funds with

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

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business