This is a song about "Mrs y"

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol

Bored stiff so ya mock six pox-y / names on the wall.

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

Secret missives to the mrs

Im quiet but dont make no mistakes, fuck with me, ill stick you with this blade.

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

Didn't want you to mistake me that's y i wrote this song

Send him the voicemail cause we all the way gone

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

Z-y-l-o/ the thoughts in my head are problematic

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Y i word it in dead silence? a defiance to the question