This is a song about "Mrs y"

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

You think you're funny, y a sarcastic,but i'm a beast, i'm a mummy stopping

I'm activated by the moves your making

Y you bitches think im playing,

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

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

Its funny how y"all think you're so macho

They just jealous cos im so damn f-l-y

Now we making up like a bullshit lie

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

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

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

I never back up like cleo lemon on myself

His flow is hole-y like the edge of abalone shells