This is a song about "Ms jenkins"

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

Ms body burned onto the sun deck,

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

The facts that are surging is down on ms. perfect

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Than anything ms. teacher said in my math class

Hitting the mary jane and fucking ms. stacy on the beach

A gateway to louder things like powdered speed soon outta reach

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

Ms. funs-a-lot with a smile for the critics

I'll remix an em song and pop x like m and ms

And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood

She's known as ms. understood, but she stood