This is a song about "Mrs"

From the d-town to the dmv, got all these bad bitches

Secret missives to the mrs

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

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

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

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

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

Only thing he has is his music, pac in his ear telling him "they finna hate"